They might be giants
They might be rain
They might be heat
They might be frying up a stalk of wheat
They might be brain
They might be washed
They might be Dr. Spock's backup band
CHORUS
Tabloid footprints in your hair
Tabid footprints everywhere
We can't be silent
Because they might be giants
And what are we gong to do unless they are
They might be giants
They might be bald

All my friends are beneath the planet of the apes
All my friends are
All my friends are
All my friends are beneath the
planet of the apes
And when I get there
I'll find my friends there
Deep inside the ground
Underneath the town
Where the apes live
Where the apes live
You can't walk around
Because it is in town
All my friends are
All my friends are
Beneath the planet
Of the apes

Crowd chants people people people, and ape ape ape at the commands of the Johns.
...

Conquest, it's a type of quest
They called it a conquest of the planet of the apes
Conquest, they played it at request
It was another type of quest
For the planet of the apes
Conquest!
Request!
We're gonna have an inquest
But this is a type of quest
For the planet of the apes
Yeah!

Cornellius cornellius, I miss you ape
I miss you ape
I miss your toffee cape
I miss your toffee cape,
cornellius, cornellius, you were my favorite ape
I've got to get back to that crazy planet that they call the planet of the apes
And find cornellius, my favorite ape
I miss his toffee cape, I say toffee - some would just say tan
But I'm a sophisticated guy so I call it toffee

In a world of simians I'm waiting for my thumbs
On the planet of the apes this song is sung
We're waiting for our thumbs
We're waiting for our thumbs
In the world of simians we're waiting for our thumbs
One two three four
We're waiting for our thumbs

You might be thinking that you're free
You might be sailing 'cross the sea
You might be staring at the stars,
But you'll be thinking
About me.
Me

There were 87 Advil in the bottle now there's 30 left
I ate 47 so what happened to the other 10?
Why do you suspiciously change the subject and break my concentration
As I dump the bottle out and I count the Advil up again?

Don't interrupt me as I struggle to complete this thought
Have some respect for someone more forgetful than yourself

And I'm not done

Meet James Ensor
Belgium's famous painter
Dig him up and shake his hand
Appreciate the man
Before there were junk stores
Before there was junk
He lived with his mother and the torments of Christ
The world was transformed
A crowd gathered round
Pressed against his window so they could be the first

To meet James Ensor
Belgium's famous painter
Raise a glass and sit and stare

Dressed only in clothes
From her head to her toes
This is the way
The talking part goes
S-E-X-X-Y
More than enough
Around the clock with nobody else
S-E-X-X-Y

There she is
Standing on the bed
Cookie in one hand, wig on her head
S-E-X-X-Y

X because it's extra baby
Y because it's extra baby
Unnoticed by few
Very very few
And that includes you

Look inside your mind

Words fail
Buildings tumble
The ground opens wide
Light beams down from heaven
She stands before my eyes
She's actual size, but she seems much bigger to me
Squares may look distant in her rear view mirror but they're actual size
As she drives away

Big men
Often tremble
As they step aside
I thought I was big once
She changed my mind

Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen

Spider
He is our hero
Spider
Get rid of
Spider
Step on spider
Spider
We love you spider

I promise not to kill you
Spider

Spider
We love you spider
Spider
Get rid of
Spider
Must stop
Spider
He is our hero

I'm asleep but she's talking to me
She's walking 'round wearing all of my clothes
As she runs out of things to say
And grabs my coat to walk away
How bout another first kiss, she said
How bout another first kiss, I said
I want another first kiss like this
How bout another first kiss

Other people were too sentimental
Always worrying about their hair
Got tired of wasting all my time

Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desk-top globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for
My apartment looks upside down from there
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
It's like a whirlpool and it never ends

Ana Ng and I are getting old

Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night

Every gal in Constantinople
Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople
So if you've a date in Constantinople
She'll be waiting in Istanbul

Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can't say

XTC versus Adam Ant
Content versus form
Fighting for their place in rock and roll
There is no right or wrong
Just when you think it's finished
With XTC on top
Ant music, like a phoenix
Flies back up the charts

XTC versus Adam Ant
Only one will survive
Beatle-based pop versus new romantic
History will decide

XTC versus Adam Ant
I can't tell you why

I met someone at the dog show
She was holding my left arm
But everyone was acting normal so I tried to look nonchalant.
We both said, "I really love you,"
The Shriners loaned us cars
We raced up and down the sidewalk twenty thousand million times

Why did they send her over anyone else?
How should I react? These things happen to other people
They don't happen at all, in fact

I'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I am.

*chorus*
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

I've got a secret to tell

They call me Dr. Worm.
Good morning. how are you? I'm Dr. Worm.
I'm interested in things.
I'm not a real doctor,
But I am a real worm;
I am an actual worm.
I live like a worm.

I like to play the drums.
I think I'm getting good,
But I can handle criticism.
I'll show you what I know,
And you can tell me if you think I'm getting better on the drums.

[Instrumental]
...

The sun is a mass of incandescent gas

A gigantic nuclear furnace

Where hydrogen is built into helium

At a temperature of millions of degrees

Yo ho, it's hot

The sun is not

A place where we could live

But here on Earth there'd be no life

Without the light it gives

We need its light

We need its heat

We need its energy

Without the sun,

Without a doubt,