Lyrics They Might Be Giants

They Might Be Giants

Nine Bowls Of Soup

Nine bowls of soup are balanced on the end

Of a rake on an ichthyosaur's head

Woah, woah, woah, woah!

Oh good, none of them spilled

Please can I have one Mr. Ichthyosaur?

No, you can't, I'm saving them for friends

But you don't have any friends

Yes, I do

No, you don't

Yes, I do. Now be quiet

I'm trying to concentrate

Nine bowls of soup on the wings of an airplane

Flown by an ichthyosaur

Woah, woah, woah!

Lucky thing they didn't all spill

Is there one that's kind of extra? Can I have it for my own?

No, you can't. I can't break up the set

But the soup is getting cold

No, it isn't

Yes, it is

No, I don't know what you're talking about

Nine bowls of soup are balanced on a snake

That the ichthyosaur is taking for a walk

Woah, woah, woah, waah!

Phew, I really thought that that was it

I just think that you have more than you can handle

What's all the soup for anyway?

I didn't think you even really liked soup

Why do you need nine bowls?

Why do you need

Why do you need nine?

If I tell you what these are for, then will you stop bothering me?

Nine bowls of soup

Arranged a certain way

Are some RADAR dishes

In a very large array

And the message they detect

From across the Milky Way

Says the aliens want to join us for lunch