Moving Slow

You say that your turkey is rising in your blood now
Take a load of juicy juice 
Just turn your self loose 
Button up your directions 
Let loose as a goose. 
Turn around to the other set now 
Take it home in a Corvette now 
Oh won't you be a melody maker 
Pushing tape and bending fingers 
Somebody turned a juror loose 
Oh loose mother, its a loose goose 
Running up the track now 
Fast oh how it's smooth and slow 
Seems like it's the end, yes 
Play it over again, you're a melody maker