I won these tickets to see a show.
A famous mentalist whose name is "Mesmero."
And then he picks me to come on stage.
He asks me if I'd help him out, I say "okay."

He takes this watch out of his pocket that he waves in front of me,
and I just can't help but watch it as it gleams.
I can't take my eyes up off it, it moves so hypnotically.
I can feel my body drifting into sleep.

Then in my dreams, I hear someone say
"there's no release, I am under (his) sway"
When he speaks, then I have to obey - then he tells me

There's a chicken cluckin' down in my pants, pants, pants
And I can feel him runnin' round, so I dance, dance, dance
I must look like such a clown in this trance, trance, trance
and I think I can almost hear the crown laughing.

I can't stop agreeing. I'm in a trance, trance trance.
I can't stop agreeing. I'm stuck in a trance trance trance

Ooh. It's something magical.
I'm like a puppet with strings only he can pull.
And his compulsion is in control.
I want to stop, but I can't make myself say "no."

Now I got this beaver in my pocket thinking my leg is a tree.
I feel him nibbling on my body when it stops.
Cuz the chicken's come upon it, quite antagonistically
and I fear a sudden ruckus in my socks.

That's when I feel my world go slow.
A sense of dread that's beginning to grow.
Like my drawers are about to explode.
Then it happens....

Suddenly all hell breaks loose in my pants pants pants
And there is nothing I can do so I dance dance dance.
Woodland creatures fighting ruin my pants pants pants
and I think I can almost hear the crowd laughing.

I can't stop agreeing. I just can't control my body.