"Mary
had a
little lamb, its fleece was white as snow,
and everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go."
Old Thomas Edison mixing
up the medicine
Messing up time from
Accrington to Amazon
See them all come with their wires and booms and their itchy little
thumbs saying "Play your funky drum!"
Each jump in the dark we
claim as our own
We know it's a lie; we
never acted alone
Each jump in the dark,
each jump in the dark
The machine became the star, beats to the bar,
poor Gus Dudgeon lying in his car
Down in the basement messing
with the moment
Alchemy and elements smashing
up your instruments
Old Thomas Edison mixing
up the medicine
Messing up time from
Accrington to Amazon
See them all come with their wires and booms and their itchy little
thumbs saying "Play your funky drum!"
A foot in the past, a head in a book,
a soup of opinion, a ladle of luck
Each jump in the dark,
each jump in the dark
Old Thomas Edison mixing
up the medicine
Messing up time from
Accrington to Amazon
See them all come with their wires and booms and their itchy
little thumbs saying "Play your funky drum!"
From starlight to flashlight,
sorting out the copyright
It takes a little time but the
contract's airtight
Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
The money's in the black but the
needle's in the red
"One, two, one, two, check, Wednesday,
Wednesday, Mississippi, yeah..."
Old Thomas Edison mixing
up the medicine
Messing up time from
Accrington to Amazon
See them all come with their wires and booms and their itchy little thumbs saying "Play