Well you've got a really long name 

It won't fit on any forms 

You gave me all your mirrors and they made me deformed 



You're sending smoke signals 

I know your secret code 



We travel in the plaid van and we give our puppet show 

and we picnic in the winter on maple syrup and snow 



You're sending smoke signals 

I know your secret code 



Well, you made a Molotov cocktail, and you threw it on the ground, 

and it sent us flying, and now we're flying about 



You're sending smoke signals 

I know your secret code