With white Mickey Mouse hands, I disguise my touch along your railroad bones.
If you feel a little goofy, ginned up, off-balance,
it's because I'm directing traffic inside your ears--
cartoon buses with walking tires jive to Cab Calloway,
on a highway where I goon the intersection with my Mickey Mouse hands--
One finger for stop,
one for go,
and one for vo vo dee oh doe.