There are no words
I mean that both literally and figuratively, the former because the “lyrics” to this song consist mostly of jolly, wordless vocalizing, and the latter because . . . well, just have a look. I’m speechless and giddy all at once, and also strangely aroused and disturbed by delirious visions of a reality I’m not sure I want to know.
(Thanks to Nancy Kalanta for turning me on to this wondrous piece of Youtubia, in a Shocklines post titled “This is all F. Paul Wilson’s fault and I will not suffer this alone.”)