Wake up in the morning. Get out of bed.
Wash last night's dreaming out of my head.
Have some breakfast like everyday.
Something is different. I hear someone say:
How do you do? How do you do?
I turn around staring in the void.
Is there a face belonging to this voice?
Coffee's getting colder while I'm looking.
Suddenly the voice is asking, "Hey, what's cooking?
How do you do? How do you do?
How do you do? How do you do?
I ask the breakfast table, I ask my half-eaten toast,
I ask the crumbs on my shirt, "Why am I feeling that lost?"
A jar filled with fruit jam cheekily raises his hand,
"I've got an idea. Why not call him again?"
How do you do? How do you do?
How do you do? How do you do?
How do you do? How do you do?
How do you do? How do you do?
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