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She lifted the monument in her monumental arms
She was the mother superior with the 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
Some more, yes please some more

Her gym teacher thought himself a sweat sock demi god
Her geraniums thought themselves an alien pod
Her front porch gave way beneath her classified weight
And when the ambulance came they said it's 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 LA
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 ok
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 of course, no violence of course, hey no violence of course. Of course? Why yes, of course

Here the story gets hazy and the hair gets too long
And the TV 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 filled lungs
There's a back of a truck selling alien pods
There's a back of a truck selling game show hosts
There's a back of a truck selling the souls of the dead
There's a back of a truck selling crumb free bread
This is New York
There's a back of a truck selling the back of a car
There's a back of a car selling roadway maps
There are roadway maps selling the back of a head
Hey how much for that back of a head, man?
Hey 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 sell it back to me man
Hey sell it back to me
It's mine

She lifted the monument in her monumental arms
She was the mother superior with the 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 dowg, D-O-W-G
She had eaten her dog
Some more, yes please some more
She lifted the monument in her monumental arms   She was the mother superior with the 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   Some more, yes please some more      Her gym teacher thought himself a sweat sock demi god   Her geraniums thought themselves an alien pod   Her front porch gave way beneath her classified weight   And when the ambulance came they said it's 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 LA   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 ok   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 of course, no violence of course, hey no violence of course. Of course? Why yes, of course      Here the story gets hazy and the hair gets too long   And the TV 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 filled lungs   There's a back of a truck selling alien pods   There's a back of a truck selling game show hosts   There's a back of a truck selling the souls of the dead   There's a back of a truck selling crumb free bread   This is New York   There's a back of a truck selling the back of a car   There's a back of a car selling roadway maps    There are roadway maps selling the back of a head   Hey how much for that back of a head, man?   Hey 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 sell it back to me man   Hey sell it back to me    It's mine      She lifted the monument in her monumental arms   She was the mother superior with the 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 dowg, D-O-W-G   She had eaten her dog   Some more, yes please some more