Moving Slow

You say that your turkey

Is rising in your blood now

Take a load of juicy juice

Just turn your self loose

Button up your directions

Let loose as a goose



Turn around to the other set now

Take it home in a Corvette now

Oh, won't you be a melody maker

Pushing tape and bending fingers?

Somebody turned a juror loose

Oh loose mother, it's a loose goose



Running up the track now

Fast, oh, how it's smooth and slow

Seems like it's the end, yes

Play it over again, you're a melody maker