Surreal - The Divers

I closed the door but I couldn’t lock it

Closed the door but he couldn’t lock it

I got a fish in my back pocket

Her-nonny-hey-o-way

He speaks German fluently

Sprechen Sie deutsch le excellente

His dad’s a monk, his Mom’s a tree

Objects in my mirror

Seem a distance far away, but actually they’re near

And then they disappear

In shades of blue and red and yellow

Everything is so surreal

Beneath my clothes I’m all buck necked

Beneath his clothes he’s all buck necked

Dead-headed Ed edited it with Beckett

A guy named Ed edited it

Moved my fridge with Salvador’s Dali

Moved his fridge with Salvador’s Dali

And Boutros Boutros Boutros-Ghali

Objects in my mirror

Seem a distance far away, but actually they’re near

And then they disappear

In shades of blue and red and yellow

Everything is so surreal

I wrote this song and then it set sail

He wrote this song and now it’s for sale

To race across Jean Cocteau’s cocktail

Her-nonny-hey-o-way

Siggy Freud would probably mock it

Siggy Freud would probably mock it

But there ain’t no fish in his back pocket

Objects in my mirror

Seem a distance far away, but actually they’re near

And then they disappear

In shades of blue and red and yellow

Everything is so surreal

OK, backwards now!

Surreal so is thing

Every yellow and red and blue of shades in appear

Dis they then and near they’re

Actually when away far distance

A seem mirror my in objects