They Might Be Giants - My Man lyrics

My Man muscles from hand to foot
Completely coated in uninterrupted skin
My man signals command the leg
To follow orders coming
Down from headquarters why then am I in bed?
I guess my man's fallen out with my head

May I direct your attention
To the following simile:
You're like the coasts of an ocean
Buried beneath is a submarine cable
Connecting the opposite shores
That surround it

My Man how can he stand
Your fingers could encircle clear
Around the ankle my man won't walk again
In conflict with express instructions
Given by the brain
Why can't the message be sent?
I guess my man's fallen out with my head

When something happens to drag on
The floor of the ocean
For instance, an anchor or mooring
The cable can be disrupted
And even be severed
Which halts transmission across it
There is no way to repair the break

My Man muscles from hand to foot
Completely coated in uninterrupted skin
My man signals command the leg
To follow orders coming
Down from headquarters my Man
How can he stand?

My Man muscles from hand to foot
Completely coated in uninterrupted skin
My man signals command the leg
To follow orders coming
Down from headquarters my Man
Won't walk again