A sea beard man looks at me all day with a pipe in his mouth
Curls shake a boat on the left a lighthouse on the right
I take another sip, quickly look around
Nothing is really changed in his wise closed eyes
Your belly smokes inside
He says
Come in the cup
Come in my sweet wet cup
My head starts to wonder out of the desk
The water shines, the sugar slips
And the all things there are quite almost fixed
A small little bird on the sailor hat screams
Everything should be changed
At the megaphone
Through the oval porthole
Come in the cup
Come in my sweet blue cup
Come in the cup!