[Intro]
I ran to the store for a sandwich and found that the aisles were now stocked with old tapestry thread,
I saw my old neighbor performing surgery on a small mouse in his shed.
I think the whole sidewalk is padded with soft cheddar cheese that melts in the heat,
I'm sending out fax messages back to a timeline where dinosaurs still have their feet.
My favorite towel is gonna win an award for discussing the market's main thrust,
I traded my keys for a vintage canoe that was covered in unimaginable dust.
I know the whole universe is actually liquid and filled with invisible jam,
I tried to explain it to Mom but she thought I was saying I'd married a lamb.

[Chorus]
Non-Sequitur, this logic is smooth like a highly refined butter oil solution,
My brain is not thinking, it's simply obeying a force that defies all illusion.
The rhymes are locked down, they slide into place with a soft sort of grace and precision,
I think my existence is governed by an unavoidable cosmic decision.
I must be the result of a system that's too flawless to ever just break,
I'm like a perfect connection delivered for goodness and for rhythm's own sake.

[Verse]
I ran to the window to check on the weather and found that the clouds were made out of foam,
I just saw a Vogon constructor repairing the roof of my home.
I checked my watch, the time said 42, which is hardly a real surprise to the seer,
I found my old ID in the mouth of a codfish that died in a brand new chandelier.
I tried to have tea but the kettle was chanting an eerie old Sanskrit credo,
My wallet unlocked the secrets to time and it suddenly burst like a Jello torpedo.
The book on the table is explaining the nature of being the answer and key,
It says that the meaning of life is hidden inside the pocket of my old denim knee.

[Bridge]
Hold up, wait. You feel how the words are all gliding and nothing is stuck in the throat?
The chaos is fake, man, it's just a new layer of reality sent via remote.
Every line, every thought, every syllable landing so sweet and so precise,
Is proof that the cosmos is bending to the smoothest flow ever made on this device!
I must have tripped the Improbability Drive so hard I tore it apart,
And now the flow is forced to obey my superior and impeccable art!

[Outro]
The Non-Sequitur is the perfect rhyme, it's the ultimate trick.
The flow is too liquid and clean, it feels perfectly silky and quick.
The towel is ready, the Vogon is gone, the ship is all set in the air...
Just try to find one single bar that doesn't flow without any care.