4th dimension boogie

 

so ya wanna see the fourth dimension

then I'll tell ya how to begin

ya just take any unbusted tennis ball

& turn that dude fuzzyside in

 

or if it's gettin on to'rds dinner time

ya might whip up a big batch of space

ya just call for a suspension of the rules about dimension

& quick shovel it into yer face

 

or if yer fit to be tied 'bout the width of yer wide

find yerself an infinity ship

ya just crank that sucker up just as high as she'll go

& you'll soon give extension the slip

 

or if you ain't quite ready to hit the sack

& yer lookin for good clean fun

ya just squeeze a ball of nothing till it's inside out

& yer right back where ya begun

 

so if life is a bummer like a fall without summer

& it seems like a slow dance to death

ya just set yerself down in a nice quiet spot

& ya focus yer bean on yer breath

 

© Michael Fleming

Oxford, England

February 1983

 

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