All the Cooks are in the kitchen
And the dog’s floatin toward the smell
This stone soup should be bitchin’
But the wait’s gonna feel like hell
The ducks are in their rows
The geese are in the columns
They’re making a grid of some kind
We just don’t know what the hell to call them

I can change all of your luck, with a flip of my quarter
But if you meet me halfway, you know the trip will be shorter
We can build a time machine out of brick and mortar
(at regular speed)
But it only moves forward
(at regular speed)

Sure it's true the trees are swayin
And we can bask in the sun
But I've heard what the wiser witches are sayin
And they're not the only ones

What do you want? Hon?
Is it somethin I done?
I think I'm a part of you and you're a part of me, and that's fun
Are we gonna shuttle those jogs?
Are we ever gonna get this done?
All I see are those swayin trees
And my dogs, they're baskin in the sun

We can change all of our luck, by sendin back our orders
But why don't we just hit play, keep the baby without bath water?
We can build a time machine out of brick and mortar!
But it only moves forward!
(at regular speed, at regular speed)
We can build a time machine
That only moves forward!