Tim- A strange song that doesn't end because I just really like Mike's surreal non-ending to the story I started. I understand that Mike's head is 100% in politics at the moment and I kind of wanted to save him from that a little by forcing him out of it. Wasn't it a relief to sing about suboceanic monkeys for a change, Mike? Admit it.
Mike- ha! and Yes, Yes, a thousand times yes- it was great fun to work on this, and you really elevated my crazy rhyming part musically and otherwise- glad I could be a part of the tim-ness this year! You also read my mind about repeating the last line even more...
He came to us from Los Angeles to Chicago O'Hare
He didn't need to fly, but he just loved to be in the air
He didn't need to hide, no need to shun the public eye
But he hid a key inside his knee because he was a spy
The key can open any door
the key can't do that much more
but I think you will agree
that's a pretty awesome key
I'll tell you what, he was secretive, he wouldn't even say hi
to the man in the shop or even the Burger King guy
He just tapped his nose, pushed his dark glasses down his nose
and whispered "I'm a spy, make sure that nobody knows!"
This man was quite the master spy
I don't need to tell you why
with reverse psychology
nobody ever suspected the key
The key was the size of a flea
or about the size of the width of the hair of the monkey
the monkey was from Tennessee
when he took a voyage to the bottom of the sea
there was the flea
that was the size of the key