Joe Clark at fawny has a post that starts off discussing the “nonsensical stream-of-delirium lyrics” of a rock song and ends with the question “Has the phenomenon of an appearance of making sense when nonsensical words are uttered in a certain prosody actually been studied?” I imagine it has, but I wouldn’t know; I did, however, greatly enjoy the Eric Idle routine called “Gibberish” that he quotes in extenso. Here’s the beginning:
HOST: Ham sandwich, bucket and water plastic Duralex rubber McFisheries underwear. Plugged rabbit emulsion, zinc custard without sustenance in kippling-duff geriatric scenery, maximizes press insulating government grunting sapphire-clubs incidentally. But tonight, sam pan Bombay Bermuda in diphtheria rustic McAlpine splendor, rabbit and foot-foot-phooey jugs rapidly big biro ruveliners musk-green gauges micturate with nipples and tiptoe rusting machinery, rustically inclined. Good evening and welcome.
I think I’ll use the line “Machine-wrapped, with butter” in any situation where it seems to apply, which may be more than one would think at first glance.