Sharp Tool
Admiral Bob
Nobody left behind!! What a great piece to not leave SK behind with, too, I must say.
Sharp Tool
You need a sharp tool to put the job right
Something that brightens and turns on the lights
You’ve got that grey thing inside your head
To sort out our work or even get out of bed
You need those quick wits with which we’re all blessed
Something that helps you to know and not guess
It isn’t so hard when you think ‘fore you leap
No one gets hurt from thinking too deep
Toys or rockets, ingenuity’s child
A gift we all have, either acute or mild
So why’d you take pride in being so dull
Like evolution’s misfit lining for the cull
You’ve got that big brain do the job right
Something to cherish, let your thoughts alight
Use the grey matter inside your head
Your friends won’t mind ignorance shed
Walking up the side aisle I notice all the colours
Pointillist artists, cleverly pixellating
With blue and red dots, a dab of brown here
But you look from afar, and you see it take shape
An image all thought out, right from the start
Just like the song, cleverly crafted from
rhythms, and neumes, and polyphonic plunks
That get you the win when you mix it all out.
Yes they get you the win when you mix it out.
Sharp Tool
You need a sharp tool to put the job right
Something that brightens and turns on the lights
You’ve got that grey thing inside your head
To sort out our work or even get out of bed
You need those quick wits with which we’re all blessed
Something that helps you to know and not guess
It isn’t so hard when you think ‘fore you leap
No one gets hurt from thinking too deep
Toys or rockets, ingenuity’s child
A gift we all have, either acute or mild
So why’d you take pride in being so dull
Like evolution’s misfit lining for the cull
You’ve got that big brain do the job right
Something to cherish, let your thoughts alight
Use the grey matter inside your head
Your friends won’t mind ignorance shed
Walking up the side aisle I notice all the colours
Pointillist artists, cleverly pixellating
With blue and red dots, a dab of brown here
But you look from afar, and you see it take shape
An image all thought out, right from the start
Just like the song, cleverly crafted from
rhythms, and neumes, and polyphonic plunks
That get you the win when you mix it all out.
Yes they get you the win when you mix it out.