I don't think too clearly on matters sincerelynAnd matters sincerely seem cloudy at bestnThere's a debate about the mascot for a building in our neighbourhoodnAnd linoleum chickens are growing out westnnWhich one is larger, the spider or the spaceshipnHere's the question of the hour, if you know what I meannWhich one's more intelligent, the spider or the astronautnAnd the score left unsettled, it remains to be seennnLet's ponder this question, why did I eat peanutsnSo pretty to look at, it might be extremenThat beautiful peanuts were there to be eatennMay somehow not fit in to Nature's great schemennWhich one is larger, the spider or the spaceshipnHere's the question of the hour, if you know what I meannWhich one's more intelligent, the spider or the astronautnAnd the score left unsettled, it remains to be seennnMr. Saturday Night is a cowboy in a motorcarnWith a head full of answers to criminal schemesnHis daddy's in prison and his friends are all fuckersnThe car drinks petroleum, Mr. S runs on beansnnWhich one is larger, the spider or the spaceshipnHere's the question of the hour, if you know what I meannWhich one's more intelligent, the spider or the astronautnIn the score left unsettled, it remains to be seennnWhich one is larger, the spider or the spaceshipnHere's the question of the hour, if you know what I meannWhich one's more powerful, the spider or the astronautnIn the score left unsettled, it remains to be seen.