Master of the Space Perc Lyrics

So echoes the eternal space perc into every nook and cranny

Of the known studio and beyond

I grip the drum machine like a bottle of listerine

When I'm low on rye, Polyester dry dye

Plain as paper with the square blue grid pattern

It's Saturn in retrograde as shown by the lantern

With cardboard gears distain in my nostalgia of Sears

Like it's just a department store for Pete's sake

Who is Pete for what sake where on the block chain

Pete's sake might be a good name for sake

I'm in the wrong way for the right sort of time

I'm busting bumpers repeatedly for those body shop fines

South of the pines you can avoid the snow

South of my knees is where the body hair grows

A little ice and together we'll be driving in droves

Keep it clean in my newly dyed poly-combo clothes