Himalayan Yak Chew

I ain't even got a single duck in a row
But when I push off of the dock, fish jump in the boat
I'm a guff-givin' tuffy in odyssey-fire country
Where miserables are quick to pull the Crocodile Dundee

I'm comfortable in sneakers and a plain white tee
When I give two cents, send a pale rider each
I like shave ice on a blanket by the sea
And seein' both riders engagin' as wild geese

Parachute pants on a paranoid mass
I'm probably the source of the Polaroid flash
Office walls that overdose on broken math and Post-It Notes
Plans to build a time machine, photos of Watteau at home

Holy Roman artifacts, a piece of wood from Noah's boat
Shrapnel from the Mars attack, code to Homer's mobile phone
Impossible ticket stubs
Membership at all these fancy cricket clubs, listen

I ain't even got a single duck in a row
But when I push off of the dock, fish jump in the boat, nah mean?
I ain't even got a single place to be
But when I walk down the block, strays trail in a V, nah mean?

Great horned owl in acrylic on the drumhead
Lamb's ear growin' by the side door, what next?
Occupy every inch of the opera twice at the same
Without a pill or wires, right to the brain

They want his name by the X, I use an X for the name
It's like I'm basically dead, strangers sendin' bouquets
I'm alert and oriented, just protective of the method
Of producin' fresh fruits and vegetables in the desert
Good news blow through town like bad news
Left with all the bad dawgs and Himalayan yak chews

That guy's on a strange path
But he also had pizzazz and a few amazin' tracksuits
True, rats run back to NIMH
I got the wind at my back, I got a cache of your film
I plan to film the expanse, I pan to catch every hill
I practice radical acceptance, never crack in the kiln, I'm sayin'

I ain't even got a single duck in a row
But when I push off of the dock, fish jump in the boat, nah mean?
I ain't even make a single sound when I move
But when I make it down the mountain, wolves howl at the moon, nah mean?

Slime mold, never do as I'm told
E-I-E-I-O, deep dive into the fried slide show
Sorry, I don't corner cut, I'm more than just a line of code
So are you, but you prefer illusion of the cut and dry
Where I prefer the side effect of several billion butterflies, in chorus
It keep a tourist long lens filmin' whatever in the forest had the dawg's head tiltin'

I'm a simple man, man the pinhole cam
Scan the info in, skin the sycophant
Short story, once I shook the RZA's hand
Played it cool, but coulda yelled, "I'm goin' to Disneyland"

Plan for whimsy, it's certainly rainin' upwards
An advantage for the raised to raid the cupboards of others
Take it up with the buzzards, I'm buzzin' off to the haunt
If you listen, you can still hear me guffaw with the gong, yo

I ain't even got a single duck in a row
But when I push off of the dock, fish jump in the boat, nah mean?
I ain't even got a single horse in the race
But when I go to get the car, there's a horse in the way, nah mean?