Flying through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel,

The earth is turning and you know it very well,

Your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheeling

And you're gonna hit the ceiling like a mallet on a bell,



Hey, Blenderhead, they're starting to ask questions,

Your transgressions are a danger flashing sign,

Challenge conventions and radiate your splendor

And feel those flywheels turn your blender... head (yeah)



Tally up the gleaming ventured on a wishing well,

Each shining trinket has a story it can tell,

Your moments pining like those tales all intertwining

Can become the rusted lining of a deep neglected shell,



Hey, Blenderhead, you ask so many questions,

Your confusion's a life-affirming sign,

Break from tradition and carry on with valor

And feel those flywheels churn your blender... head (yeah