Inside of everybody's head,   inside of everybody's head   there is a hum,   there's a hum,   there's a neverending hum,   and no one ever seems to notice it.   No one seems to notice it.   You have never noticed it.   Never Ever Never Ever.   Until now.      Deep in the dankest corners of the human mind   of any given person you happen to see,   there rests a creature,   or, more specifically,   a critter, hiding and sitting   in the churning, boiling, philosophical pot   of self-aware chowder that we call Thought.         This critter has a name,   but it's different for each person.   Mine is named Corey   and it looks like an armadillo      in Kiss make-up.         jabbidy jabbidy jabbidy jabba   jibba jabba   jabbidy jabbidy jabbidy jabba   jibba jabba   jabbidy jabbidy jabbidy jabba   jibba jabba   jabbidy jabbidy jabbidy jabba   jibba jabba         Picture your spirit in a delicatessen   in the slums of the universe,   "Open" sign dangling, daring all parasites,   giving you mosquito bites,   sucking out the life out of all of your customers.      But fear not, it's your critter to the rescue,   hum emenating from its lips.         And fear disappears   as the parasite trips   and lands in a puddle,   and that's your rebuttal   to the argument that you   weren't even listening to   because the neverending hum.