Inside a jar of prehistoric air   Neon fossil penguins grow on trees   The child professor doesn't care   He has a friendly new disease   It causes me to swear   I never said I care, I never said      It takes a paucity of scale   To simulate what's in the jar   A friendly fire of forest whales   On rubber hearts and vacuum stars   It causes me to swear   I never said I care, I never said      We could have ourselves a slow race   And the object is to lose   The awards flow by like icebergs   Deep and giant blue      There are no fish left in the streams   They all have taken to the air   And with their rattles, guns, and beads   New age pirates sit and stare   It causes me to swear   I never said I care, I never said   We could have ourselves a slow race   And the object is to lose   The awards flow by like icebergs   Deep and giant blue      There are no fish left in the streams   They all have taken to the air   And with their rattles, guns, and beads   New age pirates sit and stare   It causes me to swear   I never said I cared, I never said   We could have ourselves a slow race   And the object is to lose   The awards flow by like icebergs   Deep and giant blue   There's a boring intermission   In the middle of the play   The awards flow by like icebergs   Made of ancient clay