[Verse 1] Almost as Kirk's finished making the call,
there's a very distinctive knock at our front door,
A cheer erupts around our living room,
in this little bag lyes hours of joy and doom. Things start to feel fuzzy, I float off in a bubble,
getting higher and higher, I could well be in trouble,
The bubble pops and I start to drift,
But I'm caught in a la**o by Jimi Hendrix. We drift off into space pinballing off planets,
running naked through strawberry fields of electro magnets,
Alittle game of golf with an alien on neptune,
whats this I hear in the background, what a f**king tune! [Verse 2] Feels like everything's just been enhanced by Nick and Sam's playlist,
The Who, Kasabian and now the Flaming Lips,
Now I'm slipping in and out of the best f**king trips,
at one point I even thought I was a breadstick. Things turn 2D now we're in a cartoon,
we're with Tom and Jerry and we're sat on the moon,
I'm building a rollercoaster with my own mind,
I've just built a theme park in space just to pa** the time. Glen's having a bad trip, I ask him what it's about,
he said he can't begin to explain what he's seen and felt,
I tell him he's gotta make the most of this extravagancy,
coz in an hours time it'll be back to normality!