I suppose you must be frozen with terror
I am talking to dinosaurs
Facing terrific signs of a pantomime
Mischief's searched by roving eyes

Now I am big, now I am king
T-Rex has got my backbone and I have his
Roaring words are forlorn, hunted, torn
Though I talk to dinosaurs

I suppose you must be frozen with terror
I am talking to dinosaurs
We find salvation in lemonade
A faint scent of danger, a heavy weight
It's a plot, fiendish great
If the boy's insane your mother has the blame
My delusions fade in endless parade
They will be caged and chained in vain

But now I am big, now I am king
T-Rex has got my backbone and I have his
Roaring words are forlorn, hunted, torn
Though I talk to dinosaurs
I talk to dinosaurs