Verse 1:
Puce: On the tower of Babel there are some things you can't do.
Plat: One, we found out, was worship the false idol Vishnu.
Puce: Playing rock 'n roll is the only thing worse.
Both: We did both so God cursed us and knocked us to earth.

Chorus:
Our new communication barrier can have its ups and its downs
Incomprehensibility, we can't say "guitar" because now we pronounce it
"Rockopolousaninjananophone". [we're] Eternally cursed to confuse everyone.
But we love our new religious fan base, seeing how they think we're always "speaking in tongues".

Verse 2:
Plat: The worst thing about a band who only speaks gibberish,
Puce: Is that landing a gig these days can be a bit ch...allenging.
Plat: There's no money in songs that people can't understand.
Both: It's either give up or become a death metal band! (Raaargh!).

Chorus:
Our new communication barrier can have its ups and its downs
Incomprehensibility, we can't say "guitar" because now we pronounce it
"Rockopolousaninjananophone". [we're] Eternally cursed to confuse everyone.
But we love our new religious fan base, seeing how they think we're always "speaking in tongues".

Garbled Instrument Solos:
Puce: Rockop-olous-anin-janan-ophone solo!
Plat: Accord-uko-torgo-borine-olin solo!
Both: Heli-clavi-mando-tom-ornado solo!

Mean-spirited Banter:
Puce: Hey, there goes Vishnu on his Hindu-mobile!
Plat: I think the politically correct term is "Vishnu-cycle"
Puce: Eh, whatever... Let's go knock him off and take it.
Plat: Yeah, OK!