Wait and see

If the stones on my feet

Turn to rubble

On the open sea

Float or sink

I am rubber

Only rubber

And the man in the cave is quiet

Smiling to himself

God, I wish I was quiet

But my head is full of bells

Something's always ringing

My suitcase always smells

Pour me a drink and then leave it

On the edge of a wishing well

On the edge of a wishing well

Oh, can I bounce back

Or just lay flat?

Cathedral songs

All night long

Soaked in thunder

I'm the stretchy man

So jacked and tan

Made of rubber

Only rubber

And she's in a ballroom dancing

And I'm singing through a hole in the wall

I wanna build you a mansion

Just trying to pay some dues is all

And she's like Agatha Christie

And I'm more like Voltaire

Everything is a theory

Carried away with the morning air

Carried away with the morning air

Oh, can I bounce back

Or just lay flat?

Only rubber

Only rubber