Everyone can see an open change in me
Pigeonholing grounds in bungalows by the sea
Brilliant engines hum on fields of tobacco rolling free
And sentient beings climbing trees

So come on down, from telephone town
And let your voices jump around with me

Everyone I know pretends to be a person
Everyone should try not to be a person

It's a big surprise
To exercise your human right
To hide in plain sight
Go out like a light

Over-ripened fruit
A man with a video camera
I've got something he can spy on
And he'd go low with me
Like Gulliver's Travels, it's a rush
The story unravels so just hush

Come on down from telephone town
And let your voices jump around with me