I burst into the room
What's all this commotion
She handed me a glass
Said drink of my potion
Before I knew it
I was losing my notion
The room was changing colors
With my emotion
I grabbed her hand and said
You better take over
She said baby hold on tight
It's gonna be a bumpy ride
She pulled me close
And said now make your confession
And then she stripped me
Of my earthly possessions
I asked her
Are you gonna teach me a lesson
She slapped my face and said
No more stupid questions
She turned me over
Started rubbing my shoulders
She said baby hold on tight
It's gonna be a bumpy ride
And then we rocked
And then we rolled
She cleaned my clock
I scrubbed her soles
I woke up inside
A pressurized cabin
Trying to figure out
What the hell happened
The flight attendant told me
You were just nappin'
A voice from up above said
This is your Captain
Prepare to land
As we descend and get closer
But baby hold on tight
It's gonna be a bumpy ride
Power pop is a pretty formulaic genre -- a glorious formula, but still, predictable enough that lots and lots of bands can pull off a "perfect" blend of melody, harmony, jangle and crunch a time or two in the course of their careers. But I can't name another record that hits the magic spot EVERY SINGLE TRACK. This is so f$%#ing good. Craig O'Neill