Moonrock Mambo

Like a thumb in a rubber glove or a moon rock in the sky above
I’m thinking, could it be that I’m falling in love?
Like a Chunky or a Charleston Chew, like shoe crab soup or chicken stew
Like Cinderella’s other shoe, I just want to be next to you
I want to be, I want to be next to you
I want to be, I want to be next to you
Like a palindrome or a friend indeed, like wow, or Tara Key
It seems I always need reminding what a fool believes
Like Horton hearing a Who, like everything old becoming new
Like looking out for number two, I just want to be next to you
I want to be, I want to be next to you
Yeah, I want to be, I want to be next to you
Like Dr. Tom, like Mr. Met, like Professor Frink, like a Chia pet
Like Eddie Bow, like Bob Levito, like Jill Talley, like Don Cheadle
I want to be next to you, I want to be next to you
I want to be next to you, I want to be next to you
Like eating ribs with Calvin Trillin, like Timothy Carey in The Killing
Like Steve Coogan and Rebecca Front, like Jefferson Airplane except no Grunt
I want to be next to you, I want to be next to you
I want to be next to you, I want to be next to you