They Might Be Giants - Canajoharie

In the overgrowth of the underbrush
Shone a fossil tooth which I must have dropped
Very long ago which reminded me how
We wound up where we are now

Right through those trees I’m not insane
That’s where we came into this place
And if you squint if you squint your brain
I’ll get my paints and I’ll try to paint

Canajoharie
Canajoharie
Where a front flipper first evolved on the day
When a daring mudskipper dragged itself away
Out of Canajoharie
Canajoharie
Call me sentimental but I want to go back
And commemorate the place with a historical plaque

It’s as if a fin reaching from the swamp
Grabbed me by my arm tried to pull me in
But my arm was strong and the fin was an
Inaccurately reconstructed fake

It was right through those trees I’m not insane
That’s where the fin tried to drag me in
Don’t look at me look at where I’m pointing
Close your eyes see what I see