If I seem a little strange, it's because I am.
You're the twinkle in your daddy's eye, a name you spray and scribble
You made the girls all turn their heads, and in turn, they made you miserable
I know who wrote the Book of Love.
It was an idiot. It was a fool.
A slobbering fool with a speech defect and a shaking hand
And he wrote my name, next to yours
But, it should have been David Byrne or somebody
Fingers creeping up my spine
They're not mine, to resist
Welcome to the garden of earthly delights.
This is your life and you be what you want to be,
This is your life and you try it all.
This is your life and you do what you want to do,
Just don't hurt nobody, 'less of course they ask you
Bad lovers face to face in the morning
Shy apologies and polite regrets
Slow dances that left no one enough
Average glances and indiscrete yawns
Good manners and bad breath get you nowhere
Debra was a Catholic girl, she held out till the bitter end.
Carla was a different type, she's the one who put it in.
Marylin, who knew no shame, was never ever satisfied.
Julie came and went so fast, she didn't even say goodbye.
The color of the coffee was a warning
It was the color of the river, but not nearly as brown
The waitress poured me another
I guess she was the mind-reading kind
Though he wasn't tall or handsome
She laughed when he told her
I'm the Sheriff of Nottingham
And this, is Little John
No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful
Everyone dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful
--They Might Be Giants
Strange things seem to occur, somewhere behind the nursery door
Though I was just a bit of a kid, it was the bit that she was looking for
Now I don't know when to begin confessing,
The way she makes me feel, it can't be a sin
In the end it took me a dictionary
To find the meaning of unrequited
While she was giving herself for free
At a party to which I was never invited
She said that she was working for the ABC News
It was as much of the alphabet as she knew how to use
You never know the rules until you play
First they stroke you, then they screw you
Try to take your balls away
Once they're gone, they're way beyond recall
Watch out little boy, don't lose your balls
You try to love her, but she's so contrary
Like a chainsaw running through a dictionary
I'm a king, yes, I'm a head of state.
But I'm the kitchen boy who'll wash your dirty plate.
I had no message and the message was,
We're all Jesus, Buddha, and the Wizard of Oz!
I said I'm so happy I could die
She said "drop dead," then left with another guy