The Wizard of Menlo Park

Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow And everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go Old Thomas Edison, mixing up the medicine Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon See them all come with their wires and booms And their itchy little thumbs saying, "play your funky drum" Each jump in the dark we claim as our own We know it's a lie, we never acted alone Each jump in the dark Each jump in the dark The machine became the star, beats to the bar Poor Gus Dudgeon lying in his car Down in the basement messing with the moment Alchemy and elements, smashing up your instruments Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon See them all come with their wires and booms And their itchy little thumbs saying, "play your funky drum" A foot in the past, a head in a book A soup of opinion, a ladle of luck Each jump in the dark Each jump in the dark Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon See them all come with their wires and booms And their itchy little thumbs saying, "play your funky drum" From starlight to flashlight, sorting out the copyright It takes a little time but the contract's airtight Which came first, the chicken or the egg? The money's in the black but the needle's in the red One, two, one, two, check, Wednesday, Wednesday, Mississippi, yeah... Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon See them all come with their wires and booms And their itchy little thumbs saying, "play your funky drum"