[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!