Subatomic stars are fickle In the dumptruck of creation Always flying out in pairs To the other end of Paris There's no time to send a message There's no space to cross an ocean But they're spinning like true brothers Always hip on all the others Mr. Aspect hide the papers In a crashing speedy tunnel Ghostly pop of transformation Catch the light in it's mutation Sly,Slinky,Sly Slide to the other side Living hidden inside slinky From the egg to crocostimpy Turn my head the chair collapses Into alternating lapses From the future waves are coming Get your senses in the running One decision and it's over All the others head for Dover