In the spirit of reciprocal links,[1] Izzy gave us Who Are the Real Girls from Daniel Amos and I respond with [2] Mall all Over the World. Both of which I saw performed in concert 22 years ago. I am not bragging, but who could forget.

Mannequin left!
Mannequin right!
Do the mannequin day and night
Elevator up, Escalate down
It spreads like the blob
It swallows your town

Which is almost as good as Randy Stonehill’s Stop the World I Wanna Get Off

From memory because I can’t find it online and my tape is busted:

Stop the world
I wanna get off
This is too weird for me…..
Stop the world
I wanna get off
I just got to find a planet
That is interested in sanity

dododdoodoodooddodo

It really is a pretty good song

Which reminds me of Wordsworth:

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. -Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

Maybe a guitar lick would help the old guy.

I should get to bed. It is 10:00 pm and you will rarely find me at the computer of an evening. I get giddy at about 8:30 pm.