Surreal

I closed the door but I couldn't lock it
 Closed the door but he couldn't lock it
 I got a fish in my back pocket
 Her-nonny-hey-o-way
 He speaks German fluently
 Sprechen Sie deutsch le excellente
 His dad's a monk, his Mom's a tree
 Objects in my mirror
 Seem a distance far away, but actually they're near
 And then they disappear
 In shades of blue and red and yellow
 Everything is so surreal
 Beneath my clothes I'm all buck necked
 Beneath his clothes he's all buck necked
 Dead-headed Ed edited it with Beckett
 A guy named Ed edited it
 Moved my fridge with Salvador's Dali
 Moved his fridge with Salvador's Dali
 And Boutros Boutros Boutros-Ghali
 Objects in my mirror
 Seem a distance far away, but actually they're near
 And then they disappear
 In shades of blue and red and yellow
 Everything is so surreal
 I wrote this song and then it set sail
 He wrote this song and now it's for sale
 To race across Jean Cocteau's cocktail
 Her-nonny-hey-o-way
 Siggy Freud would probably mock it
 Siggy Freud would probably mock it
 But there ain't no fish in his back pocket
 Objects in my mirror
 Seem a distance far away, but actually they're near
 And then they disappear
 In shades of blue and red and yellow
 Everything is so surreal
 OK, backwards now!
 Surreal so is thing
 Every yellow and red and blue of shades in appear
 Dis they then and near they're
 Actually when away far distance
 A seem mirror my in objects