My space chums say they're learning so much about us
since they've begun to time-share my trances.
They said to me, "Trudy, the human mind is so-o-o strange."
I told 'em, "That's nothin' compared to the human genitals."

They find it hard to grasp some things that come easy to us,
because they simply don't have our frame of reference.
I show 'em this can of Campbell's tomato soup.
I say,
"This is soup."
Then I show 'em a picture of Andy Warhol's painting
of a can of Campbell's tomato soup.
I say,
"This is art."

"This is soup."

"And this is art."

Then I shuffle the two behind my back.

Now what is this?