I Looked Into the Frying Pan

I looked into the frying pan And saw a tiny crying man Riding in a black Sudan away He asked me why I stood so still Staring out my windowsill And watching as the world spun out of place People's minds they tend to wander Theoretical worlds they ponder Astronauts in funny coats, lyrics that a madman wrote Till sense has long since wandered out of range Yes humans and humanity are strange He cried because his blue guitar Was smashed beneath a shooting star Driven by a Lizard's purple tail. The blue guitar which used to paint The crystal waters of a lake That once the tiny man had loved to sail. People's minds they tend to wander Theoretical worlds they ponder Astronauts in funny coats, lyrics that a madman wrote Till sense has long since wandered out of range Yes humans and humanity are strange For blue guitars were strictly banned And so the tiny crying man Was sentenced to a lifetime spent in jail. The jails were full of leather boots, The frying pan was substitute, And that was where I heard him start to wail. People's minds they tend to wander Theoretical worlds they ponder Astronauts in funny coats, lyrics that a madman wrote Till sense has long since wandered out of range Yes humans and humanity are strange Yes humans and humanity are strange