The Contents of Your Pocket Lyrics

So you reach in your pocket, and you pull out a note

And it says, "hey man, I think that you should get off the road"

And you look up, and you're standing on the freeway

And all the cars are honking their horns

So you reach in your pocket, and you pull out a car

And it's the same car you drove twenty years ago

And you look down, expecting a giant pocket

But instead, you see you have no pants

But in the back of the trunk, there's another pair of pants

And they just so happen to be your size

And as you're pulling them on, in the back seat of your car

A single tear drops from your eye

So you start up the engine, and you begin to sing

But you just can't remember the words

So you decide that what you need is silence

But that doesn't last for very long

So you reach in the glove box, and you pull out a tape

And it looks just like it's blank, but you'll still give it a try

And on the first side, there's a man, and he's singing

And you realize he must be from the moon

He sings, you can keep the car, and you can keep the pants

And you can keep this tape, too

Take these things for free, to you, from me

Sincerely, the man on the moon