[Verse 1]
Just like your mother who's always in bed
Just like your father, covered in clowns
Just like the tailor who wears his own vest
Just like the sailor who lives on the ground

[Verse 2]
Just like that thunder you caught in the net
Just like John Landis who said we've not met
Just like that riddle where tragedy fell
Just like that windmill that vanished itself
Just like your mother who's always in bed
Just like your father who's covered in clowns