COLOSSAL JONES - Lee Scott, Jam Baxter

Mountains cry as I’m bouncing by

I tip-toe and slap your star sign out the sky

Extinguishing the sun with a finger and a thumb

Cut the Earth open like a coconut

And fill the shit with rum

A rain drop in the ocean of Ganymede

Oh, the joy

I make Odin trade his gallant steed

For a My Little Pony toy

Then break it

In front of his face

And leave his soul destroyed

When I throw the broken pieces over Sid’s fence

Top 5, dead or alive

Confuse your sixth sense

I slur me words

Slurp me booze and curse

Do me worst and create the perfect universe

Medusa’s pupils burst when I strike a pose

I throw a towel over the flat Earth to iron clothes

Flip the sign to 'Closed' it’s time to go

The only thing I like about people is the silent 'O'

Everything is just something that’s nice to know

Compared to me the speed of light is slow

And I’m dense

Create a new lake dribbling spit

Sit on a see-saw and lift Lord Nibbler’s shit

Unicron with megadruple XL Gucci on

Going places with cruise ship anchor ropes for laces

Win the global tech race with an Elysium leg brace

An infinite galaxy’s in me head space

Your strip of dense forestry’s my sprig of fresh broccoli

All these bitches feel my shivers tectonically

I became everyone, consume the whole room

And played every single human in a film that ends horribly

So, picture me rolling

You better be a thousand feet tall with green skin if you’re trolling

Squeeze a star in my hand and huff the gas

While these speckled pink planets in my drink are dissolving

I ride in a rocking chair

Sudden avalanche falling from my nostril hair

I creep the city out with a solemn stare

Every cough is gale force, a sudden rush of rotten air

Take a pitching wedge to the golden sun, hole in one

Popping planets with a swollen thumb

They try send for the High exalted One

It takes more than a stretch of marble pillars to hold my tongue

Red carpet for these ants, now

Build a statue in my image

Wake up, turn the sun to full blast

Then I brush a dust mite from my skin and it eats a village

You can still see it snaking in the long grass

Cut and paste my face into the montage

Melt a couple glaciers for a hot bath

And spot illegal whaling operations in my shot glass