Well you've got a really long name
It won't fit on any forms
You gave me all your mirrors and they made me deformedYou're sending smoke signals
I know your secret codeWe travel in the plaid van and we give our puppet show
and we picnic in the winter on maple syrup and snowYou're sending smoke signals
I know your secret codeWell, you made a Molotov cocktail, and you threw it on the ground,
and it sent us flying, and now we're flying about
You're sending smoke signals
I know your secret code