Ladyfingers - Matthew Sweet

I keep my four eyes on the road, man

Protect the load, man, the mother load

I keep my four eyes on the road, man

I’m getting old, man, I’m getting old

Street perfect cat, ladyfingers

There in the smoke she lingers

I keep a list of all the lies told

So I can know which I bought or sold

They put my head down and perceive me

I’m getting old, man, I’m getting old

Street perfect cat, ladyfingers

There in the smoke she lingers

Things are not the way

I thought that they would be but I don’t care

There is no place like this anywhere

Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere

Street perfect cat, ladyfingers

There in the smoke she lingers

And this is not the way

I hope that it would be but I don’t care

There is no place like this anywhere

Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere

I should be rolling along

I should be rolling along

I should be rolling along

I should be rolling along

I should be rolling along

I should be rolling along

Ladyfinger, ladyfinger, ladyfinger