"Jet to Norway" Lyrics

Jess, I'm your understudy with the overbite
Hooking up adverbs
Consonants are tights
Tail's on fire and I think you ought to know
Got my head gear on thunderbirds are go

I hope my baby gets a Tony cause she's gonna stake her name
Directing part III "Shrews Are Back and So Not Tame" so
Lace up your white patent spell me with ya' hex
Singing about cash money
Writing about sex

And I can't give in till my script is on top
You'll get the best wet fishbowl lens shot
Cannes will come calling
Screen for the siren
We're up to Super 8, and that's 'k
She's closing in on flying
We'll marry on the jet to Norway.

Now if she is a mimeo and you are in the flesh
Maybe you're trying to get rock from the blood of Johnny Tesh
Plastic is melting you ought to take it slow
No ejecting now
Thunderbirds are go

And I can't give in till my script is on top
You'll get the best wet fishbowl lens shot
Cannes will come calling
Screen for the siren
We're up to Super 8, and that's 'k
She's closing in on flying
We'll marry on the jet to Norway.

We'll marry on the jet to Norway.
To Norway
We'll marry on the jet