Like a thumb in a rubber glove or a moon rock in the sky above I'm thinking, could it be that I'm falling in love? Like a Chunky or a Charleston Chew, like shoe crab soup or chicken stew Like Cinderella's other shoe, I just want to be next to you I want to be, I want to be next to you I want to be, I want to be next to you Like a palindrome or a friend indeed, like wow, or Tara Key It seems I always need reminding what a fool believes Like Horton hearing a Who, like everything old becoming new Like looking out for number two, I just want to be next to you I want to be, I want to be next to you Yeah, I want to be, I want to be next to you Like Dr. Tom, like Mr. Met, like Professor Frink, like a Chia pet Like Eddie Bow, like Bob Levito, like Jill Talley, like Don Cheadle I want to be next to you, I want to be next to you I want to be next to you, I want to be next to you Like eating ribs with Calvin Trillin, like Timothy Carey in The k**ing Like Steve Coogan and Rebecca Front, like Jefferson Airplane except no Grunt I want to be next to you, I want to be next to you I want to be next to you, I want to be next to you