Are You Talking to Me??? - Torpedo Boyz, Returner

I got a little story to tell you guys here

It starts like this

I go to this bar

Actually it’s not a bar, it’s more like a club

Like the Pelican on 23rd Street or something

You know, the Pelican, it’s a nice place, but in this case

We’re not talking about the Pelican

Well, I walk in

And there’s this guy

And he’s talking

And you know who he’s talking to?

He’s talking to me

The problem is

I can’t make out what he’s saying

He goes like this

And he goes like that

But he doesn’t seem to get anywhere

Still… He must be talking to me

Are you talking to me?

I can see no one else 'round here

Are you talking to me?

Are you talking to me?

I can see no one else 'round here

Are you talking to me?

Are you talking to me?

Are you talking to me?

Now, looking at the eyes of the fellow

I slowly seem to realize

He’s eying this girl on the dance floor

And that’s actually mine

Lovely Rita, lovely Chika

It’s my girl he’s after

That’s his aim, that’s his game

He’s going nagedinag, he goes ragidirag

He goes flipfloppyto and «How about you?»

But what he wants — I can’t make out

He’s little sense, he’s only sound

This is my place, this is my bar, it’s my girl

Get the motherfucking shit out

Wanna get my in a situation?

That’s what you want?

I can’t see your silly face

And I don’t know what you’re after

And I don’t think it’s right

I don’t think it’s just

I don’t think it’s what people should do

You shouldn’t be standing here in front of me

Talking to me

Some sense I don’t understand

Some nonsense — some bullshit

And looking at my girl on the dance floor all the time

So I’m asking myself

What should I do to you?

I got this little thing that happened to me once

There was this guy

And he’d always come up to people

And he was just standing

And he would be bragging about this

He got knocked out

I don’t know what happened to him after that

No one ever saw him again

Something bad is gonna happen

Something sad is gonna happen

Yeah, you’ve gone for some trouble man

Ohhhh

Heeey

And this guy is getting on my nerves

When he’s coming up like that — look at him!

What’s he wearing?

He’s got his oversized t-shirt

He’s got his oversized baggy-pants

Everything is too big on him

He’s looking like — I don’t know

«What do you do for a living?

The garbage man?»

«Yes!»