I like the tone of your trumpet
C'mon, let's spill some paint
Let's raise a glass of milk to
The end of another day
And to the kiss that's still intangible
The kids are all right, just unmanageable
They won't do a damn thing you say

Your voice is all detached on a radio-wave breeze
We have another caller with a Bachelor's degree
Talkin', alien invasion is the only chance for unity
Well, sorry to interrupt you, caller
But that's a physical impossibility
That's a physical impossibility
That's a physical impossibility

You'd be tossed up or wash up
The narrator relates
And a Spartan Antarctican walk for many days
Meet with Emperor Penguin, devotion to the egg
And their women are swimmin' from half an ocean away

Don't sound so detached, this is you and me
Just give me your opinion before you turn to leave
And your crust is just incredible
The radio was edible
When you said, don't wipe your asses with your sleeves
You're a physical impossibility
You're a physical impossibility
It was a physical impossibility

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): Gordon Downie, Gordon Sinclair, Johnny Fay, Joseph Paul Langlois, Robert Baker