Old, very old, Mr. Jones, Like a fossil waiting to be dug up, New and sharp like a Bowie knife
How. How though can you be both At the same time.
Electric. Very electric, Mr. Jones You hum like a freezer,
Tight. Too tight, Mr. Jones Your ideas radiate from stiff, cracking skin
Geometric. Very geometric, Mr. Jones Like Picasso
Strange. Very strange, Mr. Jones Like John Coltrane Striking my ears for the first time