Modal Way

I chew 'cos it's chewgum
It was a grated cheese moment
There's no joint in shifting
Losing arms on my bone
Do you know that
I was placed tearing and hurled
Could they bend me
In three ways or more

It's the only tray of eating without mess
It's the only tray of eating without mess

Break a bassoon
From Jim the gun mechanic
My grain is not migraine
But in kneed with some doe
Bald head without pledge
And we clean it with a duster
There's no point in spitting
Going crazy on the phone

It's the only tray of eating without mess
It's the only tray of eating without mess

This is the modal way
Of numbers like 3, 3, 9
And choosing the right value
And there is really only one
Is that what we used to choose
This is the modal way