unknown

Maybe i know that she's been a-cheating
Maybe i know that she's been untrue
But what can i do

I hear them whispering as i walk by
She's gonna break his heart and make him cry
I know it's me they're talking about
I bet they all think i'll never find out

But maybe i know that she's been a-cheating
Maybe i know that she's been untrue
But what can i do

Deep down inside she loves me
Though she may run around
I know someday she'll love me
Someday she'll settle down

But maybe i know that she's been a-cheating
Maybe i know that she's been untrue
But what can i do

Oh, maybe i know that she's been a-cheating
Maybe i know that she's been untrue
But what can i do

glistening white triangular tooth
Open up a can of tomato juice

I've got a fang
I've got a fang
I've got a fang

Girlfriend took me to meet her dad
He didn't like me because i look so bad

I've got a fang
I've got a fang
I've got a fang

Girlfriend took me to meet her mom
Her head exploded like a atom bomb

I've got a fang
I've got a fang
I've got a fang

I've got a fang
I've got a fang
I've got a fang

Glistening white triangular tooth
Open up a can of tomato juice

I've got a fang
I've got a fang
I've got a fang

cafe con pan, cafe con pan,

Rock on my hubba, the beat is blubba
Being stingy on the pike collect the one into the otha
Careen in tandem, the sea into the landem
The people in the pix they want to scarf and dig the clamdem

Awwwwwwwww yes! mr excitement!

We nix the glaben, the knifey-knife is staben
Protrude into the hoobalicious scoff the extra aden
I write the mooky, my verse is extra spooky
Like flansy in a soda can, it's trooky-trooky-trooky

Awwwwwwwww yes! mr excitement!

Stormy pinkness
Human weakness
Fills my jolly cup with gloom*
Your progression
My digression
Forty days this afternoon
The things we cherish are small indeed
So much the larger the need
Stormy pinkess
Set me thanklessly free

O tannenbaum, o tannenbaum
Wie treu sind deine bl

La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la

La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La pennsylvania

Welcome to the jungle, jim
Welcome to the jungle, jim
Welcome to it, jim

Welcome to the jungle, anne
Welcome to the jungle, dan
Welcome to it, john

Think you're gonna like
I think you're gonna like it
Once you've given the jungle a chance
Think you're gonna like it
Once you've given it a chance

In the jungle
In the jungle
In the jungle

Now you will be with me
Put your hand in my hand
Lift up the rock and see all the things
That share the jungle with us

Welcome to the
Welcome to the
Trees
Trees

Push me in the face again
Push me in the face again
Push me in the face

Push me in the face again
Push me in the face again
Push me in the face

Didn't really like
I didn't really like
The last time when you pushed me in the face
Didn't really like
The last time when you pushed my face

In the jungle
In the jungle
In the jungle

Now you will be with me
Put your hand in my hand
Lift up the rock and see all the things
That live in the jungle with us

Put your hand near the bug
We are so much like them
See how the bug reacts to your hand
In the same way as i do




Notes

The dial-a-song version has substantial differences:

Welcome to the jungle, jim
Welcome to the jungle, jim
Welcome to it, jim

Welcome to the jungle, anne
Welcome to the jungle, dan
Welcome to it, john

Think you're gonna like
I think you're gonna like it
Once you've given the jungle a chance
Think you're gonna like it
Once you've given it a chance

In the jungle
In the jungle
In the jungle

Welcome to the jungle, diane
I think you're gonna like your brown safari hat
Welcome to the trees
Welcome to the trees
Welcome to the jungle, diane

Push me in the face again
Push me in the face again
Push me in the face

Push me in the face again
Push me in the face again
Push me in the face

Didn't really like
I didn't really like
The last time when you pushed me in the face
Didn't really like
The last time when you pushed my face

In the jungle
In the jungle
In the jungle

Welcome to the jungle, pierre
I think you're gonna like your brown safari hat
Welcome to the trees
Welcome to the trees
And welcome to the jungle, pierre

Jungle, jungle
Jungle, jungle
Jungle, jungle, jungle, jungle
Jungle, jungle, jungle, jungle

Push me in the face again
Push me in the face again
Push me in the face

Didn't really like
I didn't really like
The jungle once you've given it a chance
Didn't really like it
Once you've given it a chance

In the jungle
In the jungle
In the jungle

Welcome to the jungle, diane
I'm glad you didn't like your brown safari hat
Welcome to the trees
Welcome to the trees
And welcome to the jungle, diane

Hup, two, three, four, marching down the street
Rollin' of the drums and the tramping of the feet
General salutes and the mothers wave and weep
Here comes the big parade
Don't be afraid, prices paid
One more parade

So young, so strong, so ready for the war
So willing to go and die upon a foreign shore
All march together, everybody looks the same
So there is no one you can blame
Don't be ashamed, light the flame
One more parade

Listen for the sound and listen for the noise
Listen for the thunder of the marching boys
A few years ago their guns were only toys
Here comes the big parade
Don't be afraid, prices paid
One more parade

So young, so strong, so ready for the war
So willing to go and die upon a foreign shore
All march together, everybody looks the same
So there is no one you can blame
Don't be ashamed, light the flame
One more parade

Medals on their coats and guns in their hands
Trained to kill as they're trained to stand
Ten thousand ears need only one command
Here comes the big parade
Don't be afraid, prices paid
Don't be ashamed, war's a game
World's in flames, so start the parade

The edison museum, not open to the public
Its haunted towers rise into the clouds above
Folks drive in from out of town
To gaze in amazement when they see it

Just outside the gate i look into the courtyard
Underneath the gathering thunderstorm
Through the iron bars, i see the black maria
Revolving slowly in its platform
In the topmost tower, the lights burn dim
A coiling filament glowing within

The edison museum, once a bustling factory
Today is but a darkened cobweb covered hive of industry
The tallest, widest and most famous haunted mansion in new jersey

Behind a wooden door, the voice of thomas alva
Recites a poem on a phonograph
Ghosts float up the stairs, like silent moving pictures
The loyal phantoms of his in house staff
A wondrous place it is, there can be no doubt
But no one ever goes in, and no one ever goes out

The edison museum, not open to the public
Its haunted towers rise into the clouds above it
The oldest, greatest and most famous haunted mansion in new jersey

When tornados take over the world
There'll be no time for fretting
No fussing and complaining anymore
When tornados take over the world
You won't have your folks
To blame for all the stuff that's your fault

Your friends will be swirling
Right above your disembodied head

When tornados take over the world
All the things in the fridge
That fell on the floor will disappear
And all of your neighbors
Will be waving their flashlights at your house

Your friends will be swirling
Right above your disembodied head

When tornados take over the world

you're older that you've ever been
And now you're even older
And now you're even older
And now you're even older

You're older that you've ever been
And now you're even older
And now you're older still

Time - is marching on
And time - is still marching on

This day will soon be at an end
And now it's even sooner
And now it's even sooner
And now it's even sooner

This day will soon be at an end
And now it's even sooner
And now it's sooner still

You're older that you've ever been
And now you're even older
And now you're even older
And now you're even older

You're older that you've ever been
And now you're even older
And now you're older still

We love all the people
And we love to rock the house
No one knows we're coming
So no one's coming out

To this particular rock club
Have we played this club before?
Y'see i can't remember
If we've played this club before

Put your hands together
Get on your knees and pray
Next time we come around here
We won't be back this way

Or to this particular rock club
Is that really the p.a.
Or just somebody's radio
Left in the corner of the room?

Mrs. cinderella
Please don't pound on my chest
I can not see you now
I can not have seen you before

When it turns twelve o'clock
I'll be back by myself
And you'll be back in his arms
As mrs. somebody else

Mrs. cinderella
Please don't knock down my door
You've been around the world
And i've been around my block

When i hear you say (when i hear you say)
I hear somebody talking (i hear somebody talking)
And when i hear you talking (and when i hear you talking)
I hear somebody say (i hear somebody say)

It's the feel-good sublet of the summer
The leaseholder left their cigars in the drawer
This place will hold us for one whole summer
Don't use the stove, refrigerator, or door

Feel-good sublet of the summer
The leaseholder left their cigars in the drawer
Feel-good sublet of the summer
Don't use the stove, refrigerator, or door

Killer sublet
For the summer
Chessboard missing all of the pawns
Four flight up and
Find yourself knowing
Feel-good sublet forevermore

If you only sublet one apartment
Let it be this one

it's knocking off my diamond wig
Knocking me down unto the platinum ground
Woke up in a beautiful dream alone
Alone

I got hit by a mink car
Hit by a mink car driven by a guitar
And the silver chauffer says that it's all in your head
When your 24 carat dead
Dead

In my dream she is reaching past my hollow core
Then her smile is the open sign on an abandoned store

I got hit by a mink car

Hit by a mink car driven by a guitar and the silver chauffer says that it's all
In your head
When your 24 carat dead
Dead
Dead

back in high school i knew a girl
Not too simple and not too kind
We both grew up, but i heard she'd changed
From a new wave fan to another kind

She think's she's edith head
But you might know she's not
The accent in her speech
She didn't have growing up

She think's she's edith head
Or helen girlie brown
Or some other cultural figure
We don't know a lot about

It's been years since i moved away
But at christmas i come home
And i saw her reflection
In the window of a store

She was talking to herself
Not too simple and not too kind
I walked on by, it was complicated
And it stuck in my mind

She think's she's edith head
But you might know she's not
The accent in her speech
She didn't have growing up

The accent in her speech
She didn't have growing up
The accent in her speech
She didn't have growing up

She think's she's edith head
She think's she's edith head now
She think's she's edith head
She think's she's edith head now

She think's she's edith head
She think's she's edith head now
She think's she's edith head
She think's she's edith head now

Have you ever seen a bloody egg?
Glass in hand, lying up in bed
That's the time to sing this cowardly lullaby
And you ought to know why

Lullaby to nightmares, whispered low
In the night where batwings flow
That's where all the frightmares go
When the elephants die
Wouldn't you like to try?

Have you ever heard the blackbird's song?
Summer days, all summer long
Underneath a shady tree a shadow sitting next to me
And we stare at the sun

Lullaby to nightmares, whispered low
In the night where batwings flow
That's where all the frightmares go
When the elephants die
Wouldn't you like to try?

They might be giants dial-a-song
Not too clear, and not too long

And your call is next!

Nevada, nevada
The dream of every girl
Nevada, nevada
The acorn of the squirrel

Ladies falling from the treetops
Calling out in heaven's name
Parachutes of dresses
Saving every dame

Nevada, nevada
The dream of every gal
Nevada, nevada
The helper and the pal

they fixed up the corner store like it was a night club
It's permanently disco
Everyone is dressed so oddly i can't recognize them
I can't tell the staff from the customers

Baby check this out, i've got something to say
Man, it's so loud in here
When they stop the drum machine and i can think again
I'll remember what it was

You have to carry all your things
You can't misplace them
There's nowhere to place anything

Baby check this out, i've got someting to say
Man, it's so loud in here
When they stop the drum machine and i can think again
I'll remember what it was

They're all shouting something at us, waving and pointing
They revamped the airport completely now it looks just like a night club
Everyone's excited and confused

Baby check this out, i've got someting to say
Man, it's so loud in here
When they start the love machine and i can love again
I'll remember what it was

Baby check this out, i've got someting to say
Man, it's so loud in here
Man, it's so loud in here
Man, it's so loud in here
Man, it's so loud in here

now every evening, all my day's work is through
I call my baby and ask her what we could do
.... she doesn't seem to dig that
And then she asks me why don't i come to her flat
And have some supper and let the evening pass by
Playing records, the sounds of groovy hi-fi
I say yeah, that's what i say, i say yeah

My baby loves me, she gets me feelin so fine
And when she loves me, she lets me know that she's mine
And when she kisses, i feel the fire get hot
She never misses, she gives it all that she's got
And when she asks me if everything is ok
I give the answer, the only thing i could say
I say yeah, that's what i say, i say yeah

We'll play a melody and turn the lights down low so noone can see
We gotta do that, we gotta do that
We gotta do that, we gotta do that
And there'd be noone else alive in all the world except for you and me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

And pretty baby, i never knew such a thrill
It's hard to tell you, because i'm trembling still
No need to ask me if everything is ok
I've got my answer, the only thing i can say
I say yeah, that's what i say, i say yeah

We'll play a melody and turn the lights down low so noone can see
We gotta do that, we gotta do that
We gotta do that, we gotta do that
And there'd be noone else alive in all the world except for you and me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

And pretty baby, i never knew such a thrill
It's hard to tell you, because i'm trembling still
But pretty baby, i want you all for my own
I think i'm ready to leave these others alone
No need to ask me if everything is ok
I've got my answer, the only thing i can say
I say yeah, that's what i say, i say yeah
I say yeah, that's what i say, i say yeah

Long ago, in a bucket of mud
There was a newborn cell that was hungry for blood
It was conflicted by two contrary hearts
And it divided into constituent parts

Then they conflicted some more
Then the two became four
Then there were eight on the scene
And the little one screamed

I am the king of wingo
The king of wingo
Yes, i'm the king of wingo
The king of wingo
I am the king of wingo
The king of wingo
Yes, i'm the king of wingo
The king of wingo

I run the mud
I get the blood
I have the hearts
I am the parts
I run the mud

The other day my neighbor has a dented bike
Second day he called me from intensive care
Says he needs a picture of the dented bike
For the evidence of what a wreck he had

Accident
Accident

Lift that fork, eat that snail
Garcon summoned, have a new cocktail
Lift that fork, eat that snail
Garcon summoned, have a new cocktail

Crash my bicycle
Crash my bicycle
In a big south carolina wreck
I crash my bicyle
Crash my bicycle
Crash my bicycle
In a big south carolina wreck
I crash my bicyle

And i won some damages and they were punitive
By which i mean the punishment was damaging
It crushed my head
It crushed my head
Garcon, where's my drink?

Wreck!
Observe the front wheel spinning upside down
Wreck!
The red reflector fragments strewn around
Wreck!
The back wheel's 'o' is now a letter 'd'
Wreck!
I was an 'i' and now i am a 'v'

Lift that fork, eat that snail
Garcon summoned, have a new cocktail
Lift that fork, eat that snail
Garcon summoned, have a new cocktail

Crash my bicycle
Crash my bicycle
In a big south carolina wreck
I crash my bicyle
Crash my bicycle
Crash my bicycle
In a big south carolina wreck
I crash my bicyle

If i had to do it all again, buy* bicycle
If i had to do it, i would crash my bicycle
I'd crush my head
Collect the bread
Crash my bicycle

Move along folks
Push her back there, move along
Show's over, folks
Let him breathe, step lively
Move along folks
Push her back there, move along
Show's over, folks
Let him breathe, step lively

Fork (fork)
Snail (snail)
Garcon (garcon)
Cocktail (cocktail)
Fork (fork)
Snail (snail)
Garcon (garcon)
Cocktail (cocktail)

Move along folks
Push her back there, move along
Show's over, folks
Let him breathe, step lively
Move along folks
Push her back there, move along
Show's over, folks
Let him breathe, step lively

Move along folks
Push her back there, move along
Show's over, folks
Let him breathe, step lively
Move along folks
Push her back there, move along
Show's over, folks
Let him breathe, step lively

Move along folks
Push her back there, move along
Show's over, folks
Let him breathe, step lively
Move along folks
Push her back there, move along
Show's over, folks
Let him breathe, step lively

Move along folks
Push her back there, move along
Show's over, folks
Let him breathe, step lively
Move along folks
Push her back there, move along
Show's over, folks
Let him breathe, step lively

i'm asleep but she's talking to me
She's walking 'round wearing all of my clothes
As she runs out of things to say
And grabs my coat to walk away

How 'bout another first kiss, she said
How 'bout another first kiss, i said
I want another first kiss like this
How 'bout another first kiss

Other people were too sentimental
Always worrying about their hair
Got tired of wasting all my time
Now i'm not worrying at all

How 'bout another first kiss, she said
How 'bout another first kiss, i said
I want another first kiss like this
How 'bout another first kiss

You could tell me we belong together
And i could tell you, you belong with me
But we've run out of things to say
And we'll be happy anyway, so

How 'bout another first kiss, she said
How 'bout another first kiss, i said
I want another first kiss like this
How 'bout another first kiss

How 'bout another first kiss, she said
How 'bout another first kiss, i said
I want another first kiss like this
How 'bout another first kiss

my man
Muscles from hand to foot
Completely covered in uninteruppted skin
My man
Signals command the leg
To follow orders coming down from headquarters
Why then am i in bed?
I guess my man's fallen out with my head

May i direct your attention to the following simile
You're like the coasts of an ocean
Buried beneath is a submarine cable
Connecting the opposite shores that surround it

My man
How can he stand?
Your fingers could encircle clear around the ankle
My man won't walk again
In conflict with express instructions given by the brain
Why can't the message be sent?
I guess my man's fallen out with my head

When something happens to drag on the floor of the ocean
For instance an anchor or mooring
The cable can be disrupted and even be severed
Which halts the transmission across it

There is no way to repair the break

My man
Muscles from hand to foot
Completely covered in uninteruppted skin
My man
Signals command the leg
To follow orders coming down from headquarters
My man
How can he stand?
My man
Muscles from hand to foot
Completely covered in uninteruppted skin
My man
Won't walk again

Operators are standing by
Smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee
Bounce their shoes at the end of their feet
And wish they could go home

Operators are standing by
Poking holes in the ceiling tiles
Making jokes about their old boyfriends

Operators are standing by
Talking about their portrayal
On t.v. where an actress sits
With a headset in outer space

That's enough talking, ladies

Operators are standing by
Smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee
Pass round the picture of a mobius strip
And wish they could go home

And wish they could go home

My friends don't understand why
I spend my days by the phone
But my friends they don't understand
The power of they might be giants dial-a-song

And your call is next!

The shining spoons of this town
All point in your direction
Can you keep a secret?
We can trust you, we can throw you

Are you sitting on your feet?
How much cake can you eat?
Are you sitting on your feet?
How much cake can you eat?
Are you sitting on your feet?
How much cake can you eat?
Are you sitting on your feet?
How much cake can you eat?

Operators are standing by
Smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee
Bounce their shoes at the end of their feet
And wish they could go home

Operators are standing by
Poking holes in the ceiling tiles
Making jokes about their old boyfriends

Operators are standing by
Talking about their portrayal
On t.v. where an actress sits
With a headset in outer space

That's enough talking, ladies

Operators are standing by
Smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee
Pass round the picture of a mobius strip
And wish they could go home

And wish they could go home

They are crowding the stage of these hallowed confines
Representing the parties
In here are enshrined the one hundred-odd figures of men
Wearing suits, who in sum
Constitute the assembly of the house of mayors

Stacked in columns and rows
Dressed in period clothes
Near a wig, a pince-nez affixed to a nose
And the full complement's in attendance at the house of mayors
(house of mayors)
House of mayors
(house of mayors)
House of mayors
(house of mayors)
House of mayors
(house of mayors)
House of mayors

And they're all up there, on the stage
And we're introduced to them all
And they're all still standing up there
When the last tour exits the hall
The effect is so real
That it's chilling to watch
As the creaking automatons all lurch
Into action, and act out historical deeds
And make speeches, sign legislation
And turn their heads and blink their eyes
Though the room has a faintly musty smell
You forget where you are, you are under their spell
And the spell that was cast was the ballot for the house of mayors

George finby!
Alexander whigmore!
Patrick o'barr!
Conrad spectacle!
Carl van krieg!
Antonio botton!

They are all still standing in there
In the dark in there, in the night
Similarity lurks under styles of moustache
These anemic, loyal, ???*
With a woman attending in fashion
In fashion; if some other face
Looked too much out of place
Would it spoil it for everyone else?

Some express disappointment when leaving the hall
Some feel cheated or mad--bear in mind, one and all
The next act of the show is an infinite row
Of unoccupied chairs, in a big room upstairs
In the house of the yet-to-be mayors

Okay, okay, settle down everyone. okay, please, please.
Alright, it's showtime everyone. listen, i've got a story to tell.
When i first accepted the job as personal manager and stylist for they might be giants, the boys said:
"mario, integrity is everything! you keep the money. we'll live on love--the love we have for sophisticated head-bobbing music!"
But i told them, "you guys are gonna have to change everything! flansburgh, you need new clothes. that fringe jacket and platform shoes thing is completeley out! and linnell, shave the beard and get yourself a hair transplant. maybe an accordion would be good. i don't know."
Boy, were those guys mad at me. but it's all water under the bridge, now. i'll tell ya, my boys have crossed over with a look and sound all my own. i guess you could say i made them, but i prefer to think i simply own them.
Ladies and gentlemen, my boys, the only band that refuses to be a force to be reckoned with, those twin quasars of rock, let's give a warm round of applause for they might be giants!

There were 87 advil in the bottle now there's 30 left
I ate 47 so what happened to the other 10?
Why do you suspiciously change the subject and break my concentration
As i dump the bottle out and i count the advil up again?

Don't interrupt me as i struggle to complete this thought
Have some respect for someone more forgetful than yourself

And i'm not done
And i won't be till my head falls off

Hitting every pocket on my shirt, pants and overcoat
And i'm hitting them again but i don't know where i put my notes
Clearing my throat, and gripping the lectern i smile and face my audience
Clearing his throat and smiling with his hands on the bathroom sink

And when i lean my head against the frosted shower stall
I see stuff through the glass that i don't recognize at all

And i'm not done
And i won't be till my head falls off
Though it may not be a long way off

I'm not done talking yet
I'm not done talking yet

And when i lean my head against the frosted shower stall
I see a broken figure silhouetted on the wall

And i'm not done
And i won't be till my head falls off
Though it may not be a long way off
I won't be done until my head falls off

As your body floats down third street
With the burn-smell factory closing up
Yes it's sad to say you will romanticize
All the things you've known before
It was not not not so great
It was not not not so great
And as you take a bath in that beaten path
There's a pounding at the door
Well it's a mighty zombie talking of some love and posterity
He says "the good old days never say good-bye
If you keep this in your mind:
You need some lo-lo-loving arms
You need some lo-lo-loving arms"
And as you fall from grace the only words you say are

Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head

Ads up in the subway are the work of someone
Trying to please their boss
And though the guy's a pig we all know what he wants
Is just to please somebody else
If the pu-pu-puppet head
Was only bu-bu-busted in
It would be a better thing for everyone involved
And we wouldn't have to cry

Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head

Memo to myself: do the dumb things i gotta do
Touch the puppet head

Quit my job down at the carwash
Didn't have to write no-one a good-bye note
That said, "the check's in the mail, and
I'll see you in church, and don't you ever change"
If the pu-pu-puppet head
Was only bu-bu-busted in
I'll see you after school

Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head

Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside
Put your hand inside the puppet head

They might be giants

This world might go too far
I should be saving those tears
I need to know, so won't you care, do you? (they might be giants)

This world might go too far
I should be saving those tears
I need to know, so won't you care, do you? (they might be giants)

This world might go too far
I should be saving those tears
I need to know, so won't you care, do you? (they might be giants)

I might be giants, too

hey hovering sombrero
Gently waving in the air above the meadow
Softly floating in the sky outside the window
Hovering sombrero don't be shy

Don't... don't be shy
Don't be... terrified
When you take yourself for granted
Feel rejected and unwanted
Know you're never just a hat
You're never only just a hat, you know
Hovering sombrero
Hovering sombrero

Time is flying like an arrow
And the clock hands go so fast they make the wind blow
And it makes the pages of the calender go flying out the window one by one
Til a hundred years are on the front lawn
And the old familiar things are mostly all gone
But the old sombrero just keep hovering on
Hovering sombrero hover on

Don't be burdened by regrets
Or make your failures an obsession
Or become embittered or possessed
By ruined hopes remember

When you take yourself for granted
Feel rejected and unwanted
Know you're never just a hat
You're never only just a hat, you know
Hovering sombrero
Hovering sombrero

I'm a wigged-out daddy with bread on top
I dig an easy-bake granny with a whiskey mop
If you love me, you needn't the whole wheat crop
'cause they had a useless battle and'll never stop

Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
You're drivin' all my hope away

I'm a pumpernickel-do for you, dough you do
Use a yarmulka of hallah bread if you're a jew
I belong to cayope*, i be the wheat for you
Yeast and flour, bake an hour, it's annoying shampoo

Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Drivin' all my hope away

Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
You're drivin' all my hope away

That's a gone rug, buddy

Hi, honey, i'm home
Hi, honey, i'm home
How was your day?
How was your day?
Hi, honey, i'm home

Hi, honey, i'm home
Hi, honey, i'm home
How was your day?
How was your day?
Hi, honey, i'm home

You're only happy when you're sad
You're top fueled and you're bad
Parachute in your back pack and
Your knees under your chin
And your boyfriend's getting mad
At all the time you waste
Trying to put your finger on it
The allure of st. marks place

On the drag, on the drag
You're all waiting 'round for something
And it's never coming back
On the drag, on the drag
It's a genuine disaster
And it's come to make you king
On the drag

"i won't die until i'm dead,"
Are the first words that he said
Don't try to interrupt him,
'cause he's never gonna stop
And the time is standing still
With all this time to kill
And i'm trying to walk away
From 1st avenue to a

On the drag, on the drag
It's a genuine disaster
And we've crowned him with his crown
On the drag, on the drag
We're all waiting 'round for something
And it's never coming back
On the drag, on the drag
We're all waiting 'round for something
And it's never coming back

On the drag, on the drag
We're all waiting for disaster
And we crowned him with his crown
On the drag