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"