It was Tuesday, yes Tuesday!, when I saw my Congressman coming out of the titty bar.
He didnt look like my Congressman but that's OK, no one really looks like themselves anymore,
I think its got something to do with all that crap they've been pouring into the water...
The Congressman was in Taxi 23 and I was in Cab 17,
but numbers are meaningless in this kind of cat and squirrel game.
My driver was an Aries and he laughed when I said follow that cab
And he kept laughing until he saw the cold, blue steel of Little Elvis
'Keep your goddamn hands off that radio!', I warned him,
'I work for the government'.
This is actually a half-truth
I'm really a bike courier, but I make a lot of deliveries to government offices.
That's where I heard about the cheese.
And the coloured voices in my head kept singing.

'Blind Lemon' Libshid gouged out his own eyes so he be called Blind Lemon.
Its true, don't laugh.
He felt the very essence of the blues calling him from within, and he felt that contract too.

Tomorrow I will begin bathing.
This is the start of a six part plan which will take me into the next century.
In the coming years, I will stop eating with my hands,
I will let the dog out of the closet for some fresh air,
I will put away the rubber mask,
The cub scout uniform,
And yes, finally, even the cauliflower.
I believe in the goodness of all mankind
I believe that the government is reading my mind
I believe there's a God who loves us all.
I believe in the Beatles, _except for Paul_!