There's something coming. There's a new car on the horizon. It's coming very
slowly. It makes a noise. It has kittens painted all over it. With a new kind of
fur. Cleaner, but with a unique smell. Yet, one of these kittens is not prepared

to have a good time. It stands alone. Away from the crowd. It's your kind of
kitten. Now the time has come to climb into that car and to shake the paw of
destiny.

No... no... They Might Be Giants are not Satanists. They are not posing as an
easy-listening !#@$ rock band trying to lure intellectuals into believing what
they already know to be true. No. Listen to the sound of my voice. Put away your

big blue cigars. And make way... yes, make way, ladies and gentlemen... for They
Might Be Giants!