Lyrics My Man - They Might Be Giants

My Man
Muscles from hand to foot
Completely coated in uninterrupted skin.
My man
Signals command the leg
To follow orders coming down from headquarters.
Why then am I in bed?
I guess my man's fallen out with my head.

May I direct your attention to the following simile;
You're like the coasts of an ocean
Buried beneath is a submarine cable
Connecting the opposite
Shores that surround it.

My Man
How can he stand
Your fingers could encircle clear around the ankle
My man won't walk again
In conflict with express instructions given by the brain
Why can't the message be sent?
I guess my man's fallen out with my head.

When something happens to drag on
The floor of the ocean
For instance, an anchor or mooring.
The cable can be disrupted and even be severed
Which halts transmission across it
There is no way to repair the break

My Man
Muscles from hand to foot
Completely coated in uninterrupted skin.
My man
Signals command the leg
To follow orders coming down from headquarters.
My Man
How can he stand?

My Man
Muscles from hand to foot
Completely coated in uninterrupted skin.
My Man
Won't walk again.