Mister Griver, sits in his home
With the apes outside that he doesn't condone
"I bet the evils are running 'round
They must be stopped, they must be found! "

Mister Griver, what a shame
With the touchless touchers
All in his brain
Now mister Griver, break the cage!
Remove those wires, from your face!

"I bet the touchers are touching now
They must be stopped, they must be found! "

Touch me through my eyes
Make this civilised
Make me hypnotised
Touch me through my optics now