Chris Michaels - The Fiery Furnaces

Later at lunch with the taco lettuce crunch crunch

She sets herself apart the bunch

How bad does she seem?

She makes me wanna scream

On the phone with the West Glen Ellen rest home

Talking up a tattle tome:

How bad does she seem?

She makes me wanna scream

My mom is gonna babysit tonight;

Did you hear Melinda got into a fight;

You whore you bitch she said, well then it serves her right

Talking all mad you know she really isn’t being sad:

Her baby daddy’s name is Tad

How bad does she seem?

She makes me wanna scream

Well yesterday you know she didn’t none of that to say:

She queen-bee turned and walked away

How bad does she seem?

She makes me wanna scream

Then boyfriend calls her up on the other line;

She tells him sweetie sweetie sweetie mine, but he spaces out and thinks to

himself all the time:

My baby’s got a stick stuck out her beak

My baby takes a drink out of the leak

My baby’s got a blue-green sweater

And a nest down by the creek

Plume bloom bloom blaby bloom

Cheep cheep beep bee-bee beep

Where did you for lunchtime go?

Did Kevin and Jenny show?

Do you wanna go out tonight?

No

Plume bloom bloom blaby bloom

Cheep cheep beep bee-bee beep

Remember that girl down the end?

She was my friend

But just now she’s angry came up

And said You’re so so stup'

It’s all disrup'

You’re blah blah this this that so now sh’up

You messed it up

Remember that girlfriend of Al’s?

We’ll we were pals

Today she was angry came up

And said You’re so so stup'

It’s all disrup'

You’re blah blah this this that so now sh’up

You messed me up

Then Tony of the Franklin Park hockey club

Went to Gunzo’s and bought a goalie glove

Jessica was ‘posed to meet him back on Mannheim

Kitchen back door by all the grease and grime:

Was a little bird at my window

Said that he’s been messing round;

He’s working up the courage so to leave you;

He’s getting ready to say he doesn’t love you

Well Tony took it all in stride

Said don’t be silly but wondered who had spied

Jessica was driving down Wolf Road

Roll up the windows baby talk in code

I’m the little bird at your back door

Said your true love’s let you down

I’m the little bird through your chimney

Said he’s been running round;

He’s working up the courage so to leave you;

He’s getting ready to say he don’t love you

Then she bumped into purses stole a credit card;

Writing Chris Michaels, no it wasn’t hard

Number five terminal with a yogurt cup

Reading a young miss as she slurps it up;

Nasty message when he don’t pick up

Layover Aden watch the local news;

99 and humid Oh the Red Sea blues

Landing at Delhi take a third class train;

Umbrella vendor in the autumn rain

Then the cops come by and ask your name

With his chillum and chillum-chee

The cazee sentences me;

So now go where you’re supposed to be

And give up your Devi Desi

I’s paraded on through the choke

When my leg irons broke

And my bicycle wheel spoke:

The Bombay army’s no joke

On the top of a Naracan Dam

Started our picnic then Bam!

My Devi ‘n me had to scram:

Quick down to Madras a’lamb

Thought as a tindal that I could blend

As I got to pretend

From laziness, the gang defend:

Pick up your pick axe and rend!

Fasten your seatbelt and take hold of my arm

That’s what she said before setting off my alarm:

Baby gotta go baby gotta go

I know

She’s gonna go

I know

She’s gonna go

Down in Columbo girl whatever you want

But the surf and cobras, tigers all taunt:

Baby gotta go baby gotta go

I know

She’s gonna go

I know

She’s gonna go