Supermodel - Bran Van 3000

Ooh, look at all this company coming round tonight

Even Catherine O’Hara’s come by to say hello

You really wanna know?

Well, I’ll tell you, I might have to pour myself another little moonshine…

Here we go:

It was a sweet and frosty May

In the town of Thunder Bay

When Dale and Wendy Day went out to Sweetbrush Lake

Found a weeping willow to sit down and do the Thunder Bay a go-go

While the wind was real soft

Poor little Wendy just had to break

Later on that month

Dale went for Pepper lunch at the «we're-all-in-this-together diner.»

Yeah, the pea soup was fine

The corn cob on time

The chili dogs even finer

The real reason was that Wendy was working counter

Those two little kids just couldn’t get enough of each other

Dale broke out like a man and said:

«Wendy I think I want to take your hand and make little children,

live beyond the sand

In respect to the clouds and the colony of your eyes, that day we made love,

I’m going to call my little child Amber Jones»

Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free

(Which is exactly what happened)

There ain’t no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine

(Let me ask you one question, and it goes)

Hey supermodel

(What's it like being pretty?)

Now everyone knows that if you’re going to run a successful café

You have to hire the prettiest waitress

Amber it turns out had been working at the Pepperlunch café just like her

mother did 20 years earlier

And it boils down to this very simple doctrine

Given by Ralph Habbasham the owner:

Ralph says the customer is always right

And the customers here are mostly men

And though it don’t seem

From table 2 to 16

All men do is dream:

Of falling in love, just like women

Now sitting at table 20 was a man from New York city who was most impressed

with Amber’s poses

He said, «Come over here missy, I gots a kind of proposition, that is,

if you’re willing to listen.»

Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free

There ain’t no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine

(Come with me)

Hey supermodel

«But where will we go?»

«Backstage.»

«Yeah?»

«Backstage is where it’s at.»

«Okay.»

And she was just everywhere!

I mean little girls wanted to be like her

Little boys wanted to be with her

And even mothers somehow altered their physique just to be a little close to

what Amber represented

One day Amber, who likes the Sweetbrush diner where she used to work,

really missed those coconut cake cucumbers

And made out with one giant flesh missile on the top of her forehead

Poor little Amber couldn’t do a thing about it

And her poor career went kinda downhill as the people outside her hotel room

penthouse cried out…

Well, you know what they cried out:

Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free

(Sing along with me gals)

There ain’t no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine

Hey supermodel

(What's it like being a teen dream?)

Shackles, shackles, shackles on my heart

I loved you from the very first day, from the start

But you left, call it theft of the heart

Bring me back the spark

Pretty girl, pretty princess, that is left

Bright lights in the glitter

The shine of the night, right

You dreamed of the city 'cause you dreamed of flight

But it’s timber, watch these trees that are falling

Pretty little princess with no one to call

It’s a small town now girl, it doesn’t seem so small

First love, fifth grade, first kiss at the mall, with me

Y’all check it with the degrees

Bring it back on the m-i-c

'Cause the man’s on his knees

Small town ways

In the g’s from grade

Bring me back sunny days

We’s that praise, haze

Y’all tripping through the maze everyday

In the mind want the grape from the vine that was mine

Come back y’all to the very first day that we met

'Cause I must call it theft, y’all

Protection and selection of my memories

Poet on the mic

With degrees saying please

Princess y’all, my supermodel girl

Bring you back pretty princess

'Cause I like to rock your world

One time, smooth, sweet like wine