Flying through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel,
The earth is turning and you know it very well,
Your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheeling
And you're gonna hit the ceiling like a mallet on a bell,
Chorus:
Hey, blenderhead, They're
Starting to ask questions,
Your transgression's a danger flashing sign,
Challenge conventions and radiate your splendour
And feel those flywheels turn your blender,
Tally up the gleaming tender ventured on a wishing well
Each shining trinket has a story it can tell
Your moments pining like those tales all intertwining
Can become the rusted lining of a deep neglected shell
Chorus:
Hey, Blenderhead, you ask so many questions
Your confusion's a life-affirming sign
Break from tradition and carry on with valor
And feel those flywheels churn your blender head, yeah