Emperor Penguin

i like the tone of your trumpet, c'mon let's spill some paint

let's raise a glass of milk to the end of another day

and to the kiss that's still intangible, and the kids are alright just unmanageable

they won't do a damn thing you say

your voice is all detached on a radio-wave breeze

we have another caller with a bachelor degree

talking alien invasion as the only chance of unity

well, sorry to interrupt you caller, but that's a physical impossibility

that's a physical impossibility

you'd be tossed up or wash up, the narrator relates

in a spartan antarctican walk for many days

meet with Emperor Penguin, devotion to the egg

and their women are swimming from half an ocean away (1)

don't sound so detached, this is you and me

just give me your opinion before you turn to leave

your crust is just incredible, the radio was edible

when you said don't wipe your asses with your sleeves

you're a physical impossibility

it was a physical impossibility.