Inside of everybody's head, 
inside of everybody's head 
there is a hum, 
there's a hum, 
there's a neverending hum, 
and no one ever seems to notice it. 
No one seems to notice it. 
You have never noticed it. 
Never Ever Never Ever. 
Until now. 

Deep in the dankest corners of the human mind 
of any given person you happen to see, 
there rests a creature, 
or, more specifically, 
a critter, hiding and sitting 
in the churning, boiling, philosophical pot 
of self-aware chowder that we call Thought. 


This critter has a name, 
but it's different for each person. 
Mine is named Corey 
and it looks like an armadillo 

in Kiss make-up. 


jabbidy jabbidy jabbidy jabba 
jibba jabba 
jabbidy jabbidy jabbidy jabba 
jibba jabba 
jabbidy jabbidy jabbidy jabba 
jibba jabba 
jabbidy jabbidy jabbidy jabba 
jibba jabba 


Picture your spirit in a delicatessen 
in the slums of the universe, 
"Open" sign dangling, daring all parasites, 
giving you mosquito bites, 
sucking out the life out of all of your customers. 

But fear not, it's your critter to the rescue, 
hum emenating from its lips. 


And fear disappears 
as the parasite trips 
and lands in a puddle, 
and that's your rebuttal 
to the argument that you 
weren't even listening to 
because the neverending hum.