No matter how gentle your critique There will always be a liberal who calls you a splitter You drive a classic car, but I row in a Neolithic canoe 'Cause I am not a man, I am a boy Tangled up with no concern Being bored walking in a maze I fear being disappointed I'd say that's a problem you'll always have, you always get When doing time travelling It's the vacuum of space-time continuum I don't think I'd last a Minnesota winter robbery snobbery To the detriment of Mr. Jones 'Cause he and I we both still feel the aftermath And lunacy of last night Honestly I don't think it's the flu