Hydra-headed thoughts Are making my eyes cross All these spheres, hypo-thetical (Digital) Geodesic domes, resembling chromo-somes I moved into a dymaxion (Dwelling machine)
And we keep inventing jobs (And we keep on righting wrongs) See us turning into stones (Now they're all gone, the dos and don'ts)
Not today, not today, not today How I love to put it off How I love to be taken care of And weep Venture into polyphasic sleep Icosahe-dron I don't need to rest Have to do my best Call me Trim -tab
I'm a man of the future Feed into my picture All this timе, to configurate (Draw figure eights) Oh no, storm is coming You'rе only beco- - -ming
And we keep inventing jobs (And we keep on righting wrongs) See us turning into stones (No one confronts the dos and don'ts)
Not today, not today, not today How I love to put it off How I love to be taken care of And weep Venture into polyphasic sleep Icosahe-dron I don't need to rest Have to do my best Call me Trim -tab
And we keep inventing jobs (And we keep on righting wrongs) I can do it too, but
Not today, not today, not today How I love to put it off How I love to be taken care of I'm set, if you could only take the first step Icosahe-dron I don't need to rest Have to do my best Call me Trim -tab