Emperor Penguin - The Tragically Hip

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 alright 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 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 washed up, the narrator relates

In a spartan antarctican walk for many days

Meet with Emperor Penguin devotion to the egg

And their women are swimming 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

But 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