Oh, Tinkle
I get lost sometimes
I cannot find a single, a single
Tinkle
I get heavy as the day
When did my wrinkle, my wrinkle

Oh, Minkle
I get heavy
I cannot find my way
Where they go?
Where they go?

It rang true
When he sang and the flute that he played
It rang true
When he sang
And the flute that he played

I feel wild when I play
So much tension
So much tension

Pride the wild when I play
So much tension
So much tension