Phillips Well my eyes flew open this morning I was thinking about a troubled dream The technotronic lad was feeling very bad He was working on a naughty scheme If we can get some of that good brown rice From out of that oozin mud Throw it on a platter say lookee here I took it with my own red blood No, you can't make me believe that's right You're wrong in what you say You computed your head While laying in a bed on a bright and sunny day Full of vermouth while searching for the truth In a slight haphazard way Then you told me that the band would play On a dull and gloomy day And I know it's not true Well he got out his toy computer Little slide rule in green Started calculation with a bit of fabrication On a world with his promised dream Territorial right was what he had to fight And he said he knew that 'it ain't mine' But see here now child We been good everything'll just be fine He was expending all of his power They took away one of his toys And old mother Hubbard was running around Saying what have you done to my boys With your nice clean clothes You're playing in the mud You don't listen to my advice Now sit here and get in this house And watch the cat go looking for mice Well I hope to God that that woman's right She's right in what she say