Sing baby sing. Spin baby spin! Spin around the sun around the moon then back again! Spin laps across the sky with twin chambered might. Spin circles around those piston powered punks all day and all night. The tone of your voice can put me in a trance make me turn my head for more than a glance. It is sad to say I haven't got the green and must wait to see you in my trochoidal dreams.