The earth is turning and you know it very well,
 Your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheeling
 And you're gonna hit the ceiling like a mallet on a bell,

 Hey, Blenderhead, they're starting to ask questions,
 Your transgressions are a danger flashing sign,
 Challenge conventions and radiate your splendor
 And feel those flywheels turn your blender... head (yeah)

 Tally up the gleaming ventured on a wishing well,
 Each shining trinket has a story it can tell,
 Your moments pining like those tales all intertwining
 Can become the rusted lining of a deep neglected shell,

 Hey, Blenderhead, you ask so many questions,
 Your confusion's a life-affirming sign,
 Break from tradition and carry on with valor
 And feel those flywheels churn your blender... head (yeah