My Other Car Is a Fairlight

I've heard tell that one should always know their audience, it's true
But what is there to prove when your only audience is you?
I'm so stiff and taciturn and you're just so outgoing
Makes about as much sense as wearing swim trunks when it's snowing

All I sing is nonsense
And you won't bat an eye
If I say, "My other car is a Fairlight CMI"

I'll give you a random sample
Breaking glass or a car breaking down
I'll think up a bunch of non-sequiturs
And plaster them all over town

Dolby in my buick
Hendrix in the sky
Of course my other car would be a Fairlight CMI
I asked my buddy Mark if I could borrow his and his reply
Was that his other car was a Fairlight CMI

Thank you, thank you, and welcome one and all to the bridge section
Tonight, a special performance by Meemoo the Cat

My brain is like an obsolete digital sampler
(That's my other car)
But it's hard to put gas in the tank
When your cat's a better singer than you are
I've tried my luck at being pretty
But I'm no calico kitty
I feel like a washed-up hairless cat
In an alleyway in New York City