A Dream About Genghis Khan

An alligator drives a car

He cannot get very far

For he will be blocked here

By golfers under par

So far, so good

It is right that he should

Should, could, would

Catch the iguana

At the fourth hole’s wood

Should, would, good

If he would wanna

Remember the Bwana

The authentic wannabe

A dressed up chief

Drinking British tea

We shall see, he shall see

We are all doing CBT

Behaviour therapy,

Cognitive with a C

I can’t let the idea

Get loose from me

It ties me up

Like a rope and a key

Real-ly

Who is riding a seahorse?

Where is my mind?

Does it mine things for me?

Mind things for me?

Is it hiding in a tree?

Can it feel me but not see me?

Touch me but not hear me?

Without my drum I have had no fun

Cause they, they took, they took the car

They drove it from China to LA

Far, far, far away

When Marco Polo lived in Cathay

Genghis Khan put his pajamas on

He walked on a tight rope

Above the lawn

Marco later sang about it

In his Book of Songs

The Khan's nails were long

His slippers were on

He got on the tight rope

But he was not very strong

Falling, falling, falling

Failing and falling

Falling and failing

I dreamt he fell

He fell, he falls, and now he dwells

In the alligator’s car

Where will he drive and tell me please,

Just how far?