I might sail a junk to China
If the wind was right
I might hit up old friends for money
In the middle of the night

I might scale the Chrysler Building
In a lizard suit
I might take up quilting
I might learn to play the flute

But I would not invoke
The seven hundred unspeakable names
No, I would not invoke
Those ancient unspeakable names

I might crash high school reunions
At schools I didn't go to
I might wear a turquoise toe ring
If I could fit my toe through

I might make myself some pancakes
Or I might make a waffle
I might retract my previous couplet
'Cause lеt's be honest, it was awful

But I would not invoke
Thе seven hundred unspeakable names
No, I would not invoke
Those ancient unspeakable names
I might take on effulgence and shine
In the black night sky
I might show up in a clown suit
And make all the children cry

I might blame others for my wretchedness
Or I might look within
I might save a lot of money
If I cut back on the gin

I might seek help for my sickness
Or insist that I'm all right
Or stow away on some mysterious junk
To China in the night

But I would not invoke
The seven hundred unspeakable names
No, I would not invoke
Those ancient unspeakable names
No, no, I would not
Because I could not