My Parents, Especially My Mother,

I Leaned Right Over To Kiss Your Stoney Book A Little Jealous Of The Ships With Whom You Flirt A Billion Lovers With Their Cameras Snap To Look And In My Fantasy I Sail Beneath Your Skirt

You Know, I Was Such A Big Beatles Fan, And When I'd Buy A New Album I'd Invariably Hate It The First Time I Heard It 'cause It Was A Mixture Of Absolute Joy And Absolute Frustration. I Couldn't Grasp What They'd Done, And I'd Hate Myself For That.

You Watch The Country-music Awards That They Show On The Television, And You See Country Music Has Reached About 1985. It's All Huge Processed Drum Sounds And Chiming Chorus Guitars And Programmed Synths Bobbling Along In The Background.

And All The World Is Football-shaped It's Just For Me To Kick In Space And I Can See, Hear, Smell, Touch, Taste And I've Got One, Two, Three, Four, Five Senses Working Overtime Trying To Take This All In I've Got One, Two, Three, Four, Five Senses Working Overtime Trying To Taste The Difference 'tween A Lemon And A Lime Pain And Pleasure And The Church Bells Softly Chime.

We Stole Their Babes And Mothers, Chiefs And Braves Although We Held The Whip, You Knew We Were The Real Slaves To Alchemy, Human Alchemy.