The Mailman's Nightmare - Laurie Anderson

I have this recurring nightmare

And that is that everyone in the world

Except myself has the problems of babies

I mean they’re normal height and everything

Five feet, six feet tall but they have these giant heads

Like babies, you know?

And enormous eyes and tiny arms and legs

And they can hardly walk

And I’m going down the street

And when I see them coming

I give them some room and step aside

Also, they don’t read or write

So I don’t have much to do

Job wise, it’s pretty easy