Tiny dinosaur, perched on a withered tomato stalk, surrounded by a sweet potato sea, this dusky lizard is blowing a skin balloon with the special organ of his gorge, an inflatable orange with a peel of milky pearl. [Chorus, with flugelhorn] It pulses, quivers, heaves, and expands, a swelling belly, a tangerine sunrise, a massive orchestration of tumescence, urge, desire -- until a perfect globe beats like sounding brass in secret lizard language: like a tuba's mating call but visible, beacon of lizard love, a golden orb of promised bliss. [Chorus, with flugelhorn] It pulses, quivers, heaves, and expands, a swelling belly, a tangerine sunrise, a massive orchestration of tumescence, urge, desire -- [Crescendo, Coda] If I were a female lizard seeking shelter under the nearby hibiscus, I would suddenly see a clear reason to be. Tiny dinosaur, perched on a withered tomato stalk, surrounded by a sweet potato sea, this dusky lizard is blowing a skin balloon with the special organ of his gorge, an inflatable orange with a peel of milky pearl. [Chorus, with flugelhorn] It pulses, quivers, heaves, and expands, a swelling belly, a tangerine sunrise, a massive orchestration of tumescence, urge, desire -- until a perfect globe beats like sounding brass in secret lizard language: like a tuba's mating call but visible, beacon of lizard love, a golden orb of promised bliss. [Chorus, with flugelhorn] It pulses, quivers, heaves, and expands, a swelling belly, a tangerine sunrise, a massive orchestration of tumescence, urge, desire -- [Crescendo, Coda] If I were a female lizard seeking shelter under the nearby hibiscus, I would suddenly see a clear reason to be.
