I have a velvet glove and a rubber brain
’tis the gift of time aboard a bullet train
when all my true intentions is all a mental farm
then all the crops I harvest have my taste and charm

come the reaper’s scythe , it’s the final blow
Ah, my mental crop , at last it’s ready for the show
it’s a true tall tale of romance , one dares to self aspire
just one taste or look my friends , I’m sure will take you higher

So I’m writing from my witdom , exploding from my soul
so full of expectations , no words could then extol
but in the final process when it hit’s me like a train
welcome to my world on aboard my rubber brain

Oh those twisting dictations , that fly on the wind
no nasty distractions they can not get in
as it’s suddenly funny , to laugh to oneself
when some one yells out , hey is this good for my health

I have a velvet glove and a rubber brain
’tis a test of time ,aboard my bullet train
when all my true intentions , is all a mental farm
then all the crops I harvest , have my taste and charm

I may not be smooth like Crosby but I do have my own smooth sound
I may not dance like Elvis , but still I get around
but I have this special brain ,that give me a kinky twist
so I’m a rubber brain a bumpin’, and a happy little dish

I have a velvet glove , and a rubber brain
’tis a test of time , aboard the bullet train
when my true intentions is all a mental farm
then all the crops I harvest , have my taste and charm