(Verse 1) Got a phrasal itch, a lexical twitch Gonna coin a word, make your eyebrows twitch A neologism, a brand new sound Watch it bounce around, all over town (Chorus) 'Cause words are toys, they're meant to play Twist 'em, bend 'em, come what may Above your head, a verbal flight My made-up words, shining bright (Verse 2) Call it "flummoxification," the blissful state Of utter, joyful, word-created fate Or "squiffledink," a feeling sweet and strange When made-up words rearrange the language range (Chorus) 'Cause words are toys, they're meant to play Twist 'em, bend 'em, come what may Above your head, a verbal flight My made-up words, shining bright (Bridge) They'll ask you, "What's that supposed to mean?" I'll smile and say, "It's just between Me and the muses, the playful sprites Who whisper words in the dead of night" (Chorus) 'Cause words are toys, they're meant to play Twist 'em, bend 'em, come what may Above your head, a verbal flight My made-up words, shining bright (Outro) So go ahead, and make your own Let the lexicon you've always known Expand and grow, with every whim The joy of words, from deep within. Muahahhahahaha. Ha.
