When I am a string of pearls the Oysters' know my name

and shout it from their motorcars 'til I'm famous and insane

coasting on a hydro-bomb, Mother-less and Sex-less

Dreaming... of eggs in Texas.

When I am on Mars, visiting my favorite Aunt

rolling dice with shooting stars

and waiving to the ones that can't

floating on a mushroom cloud thru the solar-plexus

Dreaming... of eggs in Texas...

When I am a crucifix and all the mice are blind

I spin the magic 8-ball and shake the hand of time

the poker faces melt and the candle genuflexes

and the eggshells... laugh.

ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha ah-ha

ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha ah-ha...