She lifted the monument in her monumental arms She was the Mother Superior with her carry-on luggage charms She was this androgynous powder nosed girl next door She had eaten her dog and she was back for more Back for more, back for more Oh she was back for more, some more, yes please, some more
Her gym teacher thought himself a sweat-socked demi-god And her geraniums thought themselves an alien pod And her front porch gave way beneath the classified weight And when an ambulance came they said it’s much too late Oh it’s much too late, oh it’s much too, much too late Oh it’s much too late, how late? Very late, too late.
Now the people of New Guinea and the people of L.A. Have been pen pals for years cause they both hate ballet Only the pandas and bears have made a clean getaway But the news bulletin claims it's gonna be okay Now Miss Lucy had a sweatshop where the immigrants worked Problem was they all turned to pumpkins at the twelve o’clock stroke Promptly confiscated by police precinct number X That was when the alien geraniums demanded the facts No violence, off course, no violence, no violence, off course Hey no violence, off course, off course, why yes, off course I mean, I mean, off course, why yes, of…off course
Here the story gets hazy and the hair gets too long And the T.V. gets quiet as we hear a real bad song The mothers get whiskey and the girlfriends get tongue And there’s a back of a truck selling smoke free lungs And there’s a back of a truck selling alien pods And there’s a back of a truck selling game show hosts And there’s a back of a truck selling the souls of the dead And there’s a back of a truck selling crumb free bread This is New York! Now there’s a back of a truck selling the back of a car And there’s a back of a car selling roadway maps And there are roadway maps selling a back of a head Hey how much for that back of a head, man? Hey wait a minute, hey wait a minute Wait a minute that’s…wait a minute that’s my back of a head Hey you can’t sell that man, that’s my back of a head Hey, hey sell it back to me, man, sell it back to me Hey it’s, it’s my m-m-m-m-m-m-mine
She lifted the monument in her monumental arms She was the Mother Superior with carry-on luggage charms She was this androgynous powder nosed girl next door She had eaten her dog and she was back for more She had eaten her dog, D-O-W-G She had eaten a dog, d-d-dog, d-d-dog, dog, dog, dog She had eaten a…eaten a…eaten…eaten her…ooooh Mmmmmm…mmmm…mmm Ohhhh…ohhh….ohhhh Ooooh….ooooooh…ooooh Some more, yes please, some more Some more, yes please, some more Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
