Boxes and Squares - Jam in the Van, Tank and the Bangas

Would have been fish

Would have been meat

Would have been eggs

Would have been greens

Would have been milk

Would have been fruit

Would have been vegetables

Would have been soup

I would have been good for you

You are like a box

Full of everything we’re not

I’m tired of putting my stuff inside

Trust, my love, my hair, my shoes

You are like a square

Full of the words that’s in the air

I’ve got a mouth full of questions, baby

You’ve got a box empty with my answers

Maybe we can go to the store

And buy your ass a clue

I heard they’ve got some honesty on sale (maybe we can buy him two)

I heard your momma sewed your buttons on till you were twenty-two

And your sister washed your laundry (I think it’s time I did laundry, too)

Beans, meats, greens, peas, milk, fruit, eggs, you

You, you, eggs, you, you, you, you

You are like a loop (what?)

You are like a loop (what?)

You are like ah'.

you are like ah'

You are like a loop

You are like a loop

I feel like I’m going 'round and 'round with you

I feel like the O’s inside my soup

And don’t nobody get full off of eating no soup

I’ve got a mouth full of questions, baby

You’ve got a box empty with my answers

Beans, meats, greens, peas, milk, fruit, eggs, you

You, you, eggs, you, you, you, you

Maybe we can go to the mall

Skate, skate down the hall and cruise

Or do you need permission from your momma

I think I need permission, too

You are like a shoe

Keeping me from doin' what I gotta' to do

You’re cheap and tearing at the base

Ain’t worth for all the time that you had to make

I’ve got a mouth full of questions, baby

You’ve got a box empty with my answers

Beans, meats, greens, peas, milk, fruit, eggs, you

You, you, eggs, you, you, you, you

Maybe we can go to the store

Hop, hop on the month of June

Or maybe we can go to a movie

Matinee in a Jacuzzi

I promise I’ll have you home real soon

Is there a curfew for your class?

A harpist for your past?

You’re expecting me to choose

Miles away from momma’s place

And I can’t be a brothers soup (I'm Campbell’s, baby!)

Cause ain’t nobody going to love you like me

What you’re blind boy, can’t you see?

I would have been your meats, your beans

Would have been your greens, your peas

Would have been your apple seeds

Would have been your greens and peas

Apple vines and leaves

Anything you need me to be

I will be for you

And baby it’s true

Beans, meats, greens, peas, milk, fruit, eggs, you

You, you, eggs, you, you, you, you, you

Beans, meats, greens, peas, milk, fruit, eggs

You, you, you, you