Story Behind The Song
Just a bit of NON-sixth-SENSE
Song Description
A bit of a send-up of the whole psychic/paranormal realm.
| Song Length |
1:23 |
Genre |
Spoken Word - Humor |
| Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
In High Spirits |
Subject |
Power |
| Similar Artists |
Weird Al Yankovic |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
TRY THIS ON FOR PSIs
Sing a song of sixth sense,
A pocketful of psi;
Rush right down to Mensa,
Pre-order your third eye.
Feed your paranormal,
Practice telepathy;
Hope this psychic storm’ll
Preserve your ESP.
You say you can touch colors,
And see around corners, too.
How come the truth always blurs
Whenever I’m around you?
Whenever I’m around you
Every day is déjà vu.
Don’t telekinesis,
Hide your mind-reading skills;
No one predicted this.
Time to head for the hills.
Pack up your crystal ball,
Take your magic wand, too.
A hard rain’s gonna fall;
Foresee your Waterloo.
You say you can touch colors,
And see around corners, too.
How come the truth always blurs
Whenever I’m around you?
Whenever I’m around you
Every day is déjà vu.
Copyright © 2003 Lex Zaleta