The Refrigerator Rode a Bicycle

THE REFRIGERATOR RODE A BICYCLE

[Verse 1] A purple sock fell out of Tuesday,

Landed softly on the moon,

A mailbox started eating pancakes,

While a spoon began to croon.

Seven turtles bought some roller skates,

Then forgot what feet were for,

A submarine knocked on my window,

And asked me for the door.

[Verse 2] I saw a cowboy made of noodles

Riding sideways through the rain,

He was carrying a golden sandwich

With a driver’s license for a brain.

The sidewalk turned into a piano,

Every key began to sneeze,

Then a very serious tomato

Asked the clouds to say “please.”

[Bridge 1] Green is louder than a bicycle,

Tuesday smells like seventeen,

My left shoe joined a marching band

That only played in black and green.

A chicken wearing swimming goggles

Told me secrets about the floor,

I asked him where the bathroom was—

He said, “Probably the refrigerator door.”

[Verse 3] The refrigerator rode a bicycle

Down the middle of the sea,

Waving at a flock of bananas

Who were flying past a tree.

A tiny man inside a teacup

Sold umbrellas made of cheese,

While an angry-looking rainbow

Tried to teach the birds to sneeze.

[Breakdown] SPIN THE SPOON!

SHAKE THE SKY!

TOSS A PANCAKE!

WATCH IT FLY!

A purple trumpet married a shadow,

Then invited the floor to dance,

While twelve confused potatoes

Wore pajamas to a fancy pants.

[Verse 4] I found a letter from tomorrow

Written backwards in a jar,

It said the ocean missed its shoelace

And had parked behind a star.

A piano grew some feathers

And flew away at half-past green,

Then Elvis the potato called me

From a very different dream.

[Bridge 2] Maybe nothing has a meaning,

Maybe meaning lost its shoe,

Maybe all the words are sleeping

And the alphabet is blue.

Maybe carrots run the government

Of a kingdom made of glue,

Maybe this entire song is nonsense—

Maybe that’s the point of you.

[Verse 5] The moon put on a necktie

And went dancing with the sun,

While a lonely piece of toast

Declared the evening “mostly fun.”

A horse made out of paper

Took a train into the sky,

The conductor was a watermelon

Who forgot the reason why.

[Final Section] A silver spoon began to whistle,

Calling raindrops from the floor,

While a sleepy cloud in slippers

Opened up a secret door.

Three blue shadows formed a circle,

Danced around a jar of light,

Then a laughing little thunderbolt

Turned the daytime into night.

When the stars began to giggle,

And the teacups learned to sing,

A parade of flying pancakes

Crowned the moon the king of spring.

[Outro] Goodnight, refrigerator.

Goodnight, bicycle.

Goodnight, Tuesday.

Please return my left eyebrow.