And the Lord sat down and crossed his legs And said, ‘Lucy, let’s just get this straightened out Well, I read it in the small print, somewhere on the nineteenth page And I don’t know what we’re arguing about
There’s a fundamental flaw in the way that you do business It’s a classic, rookie error, I suppose But I am in the details, and you ask too many questions No, you’ll never make that grade in peasant clothes’
‘Well I beg to differ,’ Lucy said and stirred her coffee ‘Every pawn is still a player, don’t you think? Let me ask you this, when it comes to satisfaction Is the middle ground much better than you think?
‘Cause you see, I’ve got this theory that it’s only punctuation That separates the list from me to you And it’s yet to be established just who is in the detail But I take you every time on the overview’
And the Lord was full of wrath, as he looked over his glasses And said, ‘Adam, perhaps you should have your say’ And Adam made a sound, something like an exclamation Said, ‘Which of you punks was it made this maze?
‘Cause you see, I’ve got this theory that it’s only punctuation That separates the list from you to me And you can have your little war of full stops and meritings But the real power’s in parentheses’