If flamingos only fly on Tuesdays That’s a lot of free time to think If flamingos only fly on Tuesdays It’s no wonder they’re in the pink What do they do for the rest of the week

It’s a question, which begs an answer It’s a question that nobody asks It’s a question, for a hopeless romancer It’s a question for a man like me

If computers become smarter than people Then what really is the point It won’t be long before we face the needle Seems like we’re at the tipping point

It’s a question, which begs an answer It’s a question that nobody asks It’s a question, for a hopeless romancer It’s a question for a man like me

(c) words and music G Todd 2025