Apple and Sunday Noon

In the dee dee da da silence of Sunday noon
I set out numerous claws contained
In an old fashioned fashionable cocoon
To crawl over the smoothy sneaky surface of the ball
Trying to detect some sound solid core
Trapped up in juicy joy floppy floor

Ka ta ka ta
Ka ta ka ta ka ta
I packaged several boxes of crawling claws
To send out
To various bites of my s-elf
In the dee dee da da silence of the noon.

Click, clock, cling, clang
Click, clock, cling, clang
I collected from various bites of my s-elf
Tanks and tanks of crawling claws
In the dee dee da da silence of the noon.