Проводки оборвались, ну и что

When he grows up, he’ll remember us / When he grows up, we are sure that he’ll remember us / We made sure that Albert wore his mac / We kept all the strangers off his back

Everything’s relative / (Go away Albert’s mother say to me) / We are his relatives and he don’t need any non-relatives

Talent is an asset / You’ve got to understand that / Talent is an asset / And little Albert has it / Talent is an asset / And Albert surely has it

One day, he’ll sever his apron strings / All of the while he’ll be scribbling things, genius things / Look at Albert isn’t he a sight / Growing, growing at the speed of light

Everything’s relative / (Go away Albert’s mother say to me) / We are his relatives and he don’t need any non-relatives

Talent is an asset / And little Albert has it / (Go away) / Talent is relative / (Go away) / That’s hypothetical / (Go away) / We are his relatives / (Go away) / That’s parenthetical

Spare your superlatives / (Go away) / There’s the receptacle / (Go away) / There’s the receptacle / (Go away) / Leave Albert’s study room / (Go away) / Leave Albert’s happy room / (Go away) / Leave Albert’s neighborhood

Leave Albert’s city, too / (Go away) / Leave Albert’s country seat / (Go away) / Leave Albert’s coun-rer-y / (Go away) / Leave Albert’s continent / (Go away) / Leave Albert’s hemisphere / (Go away) / Leave Albert’s planet, too

Leave Albert’s universe / (Go away) / No one must see him now / (Go away) / Only the medical / (Go away) / No one must downgrade him / (Go away) / Don’t be to cynical / (Go away) / Don’t be to critical

Cancel the magazines / (Go away) / They’re much to political / (Go away) / Don’t buy him any jeans / (Go away) / They’re much to casual / (Go away) / Talent is relative

Ну, есть даже смысловой каламбур: Everything’s relative / (Go away Albert’s mother say to me) / We are his relatives and he don’t need any non-relatives […] Talent is relative / (Go away) […] We are his relatives / (Go away). Это как рифма «танго—полиуретана» – если асимметрично, по звуку. Смысла немного, но кутерьму делает, а в конце, где короткие строчки, и голос слипается. Кавардак, это их базовое. Клавишные как у детского пианино: тик-так, ток-тук, трам-трам-трам-там-там.

Can you feel me near you?