Chorus:
This is my thought juggling song,
In and out and round, and off and on.
Cross my tees, and write my wrongs.
This is my thought juggling song!

v.1. Sometimes I feel like a mime.
Sometimes I try to juggle with the rhyme.
But not about anything particular this time
Chorus(attacca):

v.2. Do you mean if I can’t define it, it does not exist?
Gent in the diggers’ hat getting thoroughly pissed!
Never been sixteen, but always been kissed,
This is my thought juggling song.
Chorus:

v.3. Think about the vibes, and think about the weather.
Think about vegetables, or me and you together.
The longer you taste it, the better it waits . . .
v.4. Well there isn’t any room and there isn’t any tune, but still it won’t go away.
I’m very tired. Time has expired. It must be nearly day,
Soon be on my way,
Gotta hold my mind at bay,
Time to hit the hay,
I’ll just collect my pay,
There’s nothing more to say, Hey!
Chorus:

v.5. I’m still thinking, though I’ve gone to sleep.
Isn’t it enough to make a grown songwriter weep?
Walking through Brambles, you don’t bleed for long.
Jimble jambled, straight or scrambled thought juggling song.

Last chorus:
This is my thought juggling song.
In and out and round, and off and on!
Cross my ts, and right my wrongs.
This is my mind boggling, befuddling, muddling songle-ee-doo.