Mini-Theme: Moocher From The Future - Jeffrey Lewis

Minnie the moocher from the future

She was raised by neither nature nor nurture

She had a metal front and a plastic back

But in the middle was a lot of soul and that’s a fact

She started messing round with the king of Saturn

He looked like a purple psychedelic pattern

His heart went zing when she did her thing

And before long she was walking off with Saturn’s ring

She travelled from the future to the distant past

Killed a fly which made her first guy become her last

Turned yesterday to notaday with some cute goon

And said the past is just some future that arrived too soon

And New York city how I love it so

I’m always bumping into buddies whose names I don’t know

I don’t get off to sleep until a quarter to four

And then I wake up in the morning and I do it some more

And when you look me in the face I just disintegrate

Now I’m on another date that I kind of hate

And I just keep falling further ended

Seems by now I should have landed

But Minnie the moocher from the future

Could turn space into whatever kind of face would suit ya

The rainbow’s bend was what her contact lens was

So she knew what the colour glowing in each of her friends was

She started messing with the gamma beam

He said baby stick with me, I’ll turn your money green

Gave her his number, she dialled it with a satellite pilot

Took his infrared head and turned it ultra violet

She rode a black hole to a magnetic pole

Rode a dinosaur so long that it turned into coal

Made the coal a diamond said this ain’t my best friend

Turned the jewel back into a dinosaur again

And my window view is a brick wall or two

With some barbed wire snagged on a plastic bag

And every plane I hear I think the end is near

They get louder and louder and then they disappear

And the shampoo stings and the landline rings

The Jesus freak on the corner with the guitar sings

And the vacant lot daydreams of what it’s not

And the night seems to remember what the day forgot

But Minnie the moocher from the future

Is gonna meet me halfway 'tween when I find her and lose her

And in that dock between the hands of the clock

She’s gonna park her flying spark here on my own block

She’ll honk her horn for me and take my arm

She’ll invite me on a ride to where the tide is born

Where the director and cast of the future and past

Follow the union rules and take a break at last

And when we’re all refreshed after a little rest

She’ll say goodbye to her guests and go back on her quest

I’ll say so long Minnie, I’m glad you’re my friend

I’m gonna keep dreaming about you till we meet again