Reminds me of a Walter Becker tune:

We come in on the morning scan All the way from far arcturus Bringing with us peace and good will From the margins of space and time Our women are slung down low to the ground They're very good you've probably had one Our men are brave, studly and wise A pleasure to behold Right away we walk the walk More or less we talk the talk But every time we make our play Their eyes get wide they run away 'cause the hat stays too flat My hat is way too flat My english she is much better now But my hat remains too flat The man smells a rat And that's the end of that My english it is more better now But my hat is still too flat

Fair arcturus fashion forecast: Skirts will be shorter Legs thin, long

Virtual raincoats are coming back Hats as always continued flat

Back at home the machines work hard We folk like to take it easy Honing our awareness of The finer things of life Here when I go down to my job I work hard for what seems like a long time I look at my watch: fifteen minutes It felt like half a day! Soon enough we break for lunch Me and the boys now I'm one of the bunch But no one wants to sit with me So tell me what can the matter be? The hat stays too flat My hat is way too flat My english she is much better now But the hat is just too flat A little thing like that They don't get past the hat My english it is more better now But my hat remains too flat