Nine bowls of soup are balanced on the end of a rake
On an ichthyosaur's head
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Oh good, none of them spilledPlease can I have one Mr. Ichthyosaur?
No, you can't, I'm saving them for friends
But you don't have any friends
Yes, I do, no, you don't, yes, I do, now be quiet
I'm trying to concentrateNine bowls of soup on the wings of an airplane
Flown by an ichthyosaur
Woah, woah, woah
Lucky thing they didn't all spillIs there one that's kind of extra? Can I have it for my own?
No, you can't, I can't break up the set
But the soup is getting cold, no, it isn't, yes, it is
No, I don't know what you're talking aboutNine bowls of soup are balanced on a snake
That the ichthyosaur is taking for a walk
Woah, woah, woah, waah
Phew, I really thought that that was itI just think that you have more than you can handle
What's all the soup for anyway?
I didn't think you even really liked soup
Why do you need nine bowls? Why do you need
Why do you need nine?If I tell you what these are for
Then will you stop bothering me?Nine bowls of soup arranged a certain way
Are some radar dishes in a very large array
And the message they detect from across the Milky Way
Says the aliens want to join us for lunchI hope you guys like soup
Songwriters
FLANSBURGH, JOHN / LINNELL, JOHNPublished by
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