Genie on a Table Top

I went floating down the street one day

With a song playing in my mind

Hopping and bopping like a ricochet

Bad news was hard to find

There was a hint of syncopation

Coming from the sidewalk and the street

There was a glint of scintillation

Hanging over everyone you'd meet

And it makes me feel okay

Like a big yellow tractor going mowing through a field of hay

Like a genie on a table top surfing through the month of May

I saw a world in the window of a knick-knack shop

And I tossed it in the air

A girl went by with a forget-me-not

And she wore it in her hair

There was a peak of pixillation

And I never noticed it before

There was a jump of jubilation

And it seemed to promise more and more

And it makes me feel okay

Like a big yellow tractor going mowing through a field of hay

Like a genie on a table top surfing through the month of May

Oh she loves me and she loves me

Better than I've ever loved myself

She knows me and she loves me

Better, now I want nobody else

Oh she loves me and she loves me

Better than I've ever loved myself

She knows me and she loves me

Better, now I want nobody else

Percolating through the noonday sun

With wings upon my shoes

I was jumping about in front of everyone

No dignity to lose

There was a rush of animation

Bubbling about inside my soul

There was a rin-tin-tabulation coming

It was so hard to control

And it makes me feel okay

Like a pig with a bucket full of truffles in a French cafe

Like Louis Armstrong playing trumpet on the judgment day

Like a flying boat captain with an amethyst lake below

Like a winner of a marathon rolling in a field of snow

Like a figure skating gigolo looking for a heart to steal

Like a simulated orgasm suddenly becoming real

Like a big yellow tractor going bowling through a field of hay

Like a genie on a table top surfing through the month of May