There's something absurd going on in my brain,
When I sleep I see flip flops,
And donkeys from Spain,
Carrying portable phones,
Which are made out of stone,
(But you can't have a phone which is made out of stone,)
Absurd.

But when I wake up and my heads full of talk,
I see dodgy old women taking cats for a walk,
Or people in hoodies who are talking in tongues,
And I think that I'm dreaming or the worlds going wrong,
But they tell me it's real and I need to get on,
Just shut up, stop thinking and keep your head down,
Absurd.

So now I don't know know where I'd rather be,
Cos your world is grimmer and it feels like a dream,
So I'll keep my head high and take a look round,
And watch all the flip flops that are poncing around,
I know you don't like it, but don't make a sound,

It's all just absurd.

You sit there in your comfort, you don't believe I'm real. But you cannot buy protection from the way that I feel!