| Song | Cousin Chris |
| Artist | The Fiery Furnaces |
| Album | EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Back the bus he cussed “ | |
| Space suits! | |
| Blackened boots! | |
| Lad, little | |
| Lad,” he sad, “ | |
| I’ve a tip for you: | |
| See, what about me: what about her? | |
| What about me?” | |
| For five dollars | |
| I walked him to his | |
| Mom’s And on the threshold he said straight and calm, “ | |
| See what about me: what about her? | |
| What about me?” | |
| Can’t kiss cousin | |
| Chris could knight, turn off the light, | |
| With what why’s we wave. | |
| What wish? | |
| It came true. | |
| See, what about me. | |
| What about her? | |
| What about me. | |
| T’ord ta tippy top | |
| Tommy tongue-tied talked, | |
| Tricked Trish tra trance which church chit-chat. | |
| Nana nots no know, so down the firehouse we go. | |
| Fireman Frank friendly fed fee-free | |
| Dank dusty doughnuts den da dribble drank. | |
| Driven droopy drunken; in | |
| Clinton lake we’ve sunk in. | |
| So Tomy, look here what you did: | |
| Barnacle Bill’s bound bonus bid. | |
| My mommy must a made up my mind | |
| Many months me for | |
| Mandy Miller resigned. | |
| Right raise rank rise rust; and how she ever fussed! | |
| About that out-lout doubt-route scout; | |
| Seems he liked someone better than her. | |
| Oh! Tommy | |
| Trish and | |
| Frank You can talk me to the bank. | |
| So I can bring a little extra today, | |
| Prop prince prize proof prize-proof, pry pray. | |
| When the word of your ward was the sword by your side | |
| And you dug up the deed in the dump where he died, | |
| You seemed beside yourself; you’re wandering all your wealth. ‘ | |
| While the warp and the woof of your words were worked | |
| By perpetually pushing spirits and beers, | |
| Cause the coffin the cradle the curse | |
| Were woven even worse. | |
| Since the ‘sary sends signs out the fire to whom it may concern: | |
| Cause the coffin is for me cause | |
| I have nothing to do with it; | |
| And the cradle is for me cause the old dragon attacked me in it; | |
| And the purse is for me because | |
| I don’t have money nor friends. |
| Back the bus he cussed " | |
| Space suits! | |
| Blackened boots! | |
| Lad, little | |
| Lad," he sad, " | |
| I' ve a tip for you: | |
| See, what about me: what about her? | |
| What about me?" | |
| For five dollars | |
| I walked him to his | |
| Mom' s And on the threshold he said straight and calm, " | |
| See what about me: what about her? | |
| What about me?" | |
| Can' t kiss cousin | |
| Chris could knight, turn off the light, | |
| With what why' s we wave. | |
| What wish? | |
| It came true. | |
| See, what about me. | |
| What about her? | |
| What about me. | |
| T' ord ta tippy top | |
| Tommy tonguetied talked, | |
| Tricked Trish tra trance which church chitchat. | |
| Nana nots no know, so down the firehouse we go. | |
| Fireman Frank friendly fed feefree | |
| Dank dusty doughnuts den da dribble drank. | |
| Driven droopy drunken in | |
| Clinton lake we' ve sunk in. | |
| So Tomy, look here what you did: | |
| Barnacle Bill' s bound bonus bid. | |
| My mommy must a made up my mind | |
| Many months me for | |
| Mandy Miller resigned. | |
| Right raise rank rise rust and how she ever fussed! | |
| About that outlout doubtroute scout | |
| Seems he liked someone better than her. | |
| Oh! Tommy | |
| Trish and | |
| Frank You can talk me to the bank. | |
| So I can bring a little extra today, | |
| Prop prince prize proof prizeproof, pry pray. | |
| When the word of your ward was the sword by your side | |
| And you dug up the deed in the dump where he died, | |
| You seemed beside yourself you' re wandering all your wealth. ' | |
| While the warp and the woof of your words were worked | |
| By perpetually pushing spirits and beers, | |
| Cause the coffin the cradle the curse | |
| Were woven even worse. | |
| Since the ' sary sends signs out the fire to whom it may concern: | |
| Cause the coffin is for me cause | |
| I have nothing to do with it | |
| And the cradle is for me cause the old dragon attacked me in it | |
| And the purse is for me because | |
| I don' t have money nor friends. |
| Back the bus he cussed " | |
| Space suits! | |
| Blackened boots! | |
| Lad, little | |
| Lad," he sad, " | |
| I' ve a tip for you: | |
| See, what about me: what about her? | |
| What about me?" | |
| For five dollars | |
| I walked him to his | |
| Mom' s And on the threshold he said straight and calm, " | |
| See what about me: what about her? | |
| What about me?" | |
| Can' t kiss cousin | |
| Chris could knight, turn off the light, | |
| With what why' s we wave. | |
| What wish? | |
| It came true. | |
| See, what about me. | |
| What about her? | |
| What about me. | |
| T' ord ta tippy top | |
| Tommy tonguetied talked, | |
| Tricked Trish tra trance which church chitchat. | |
| Nana nots no know, so down the firehouse we go. | |
| Fireman Frank friendly fed feefree | |
| Dank dusty doughnuts den da dribble drank. | |
| Driven droopy drunken in | |
| Clinton lake we' ve sunk in. | |
| So Tomy, look here what you did: | |
| Barnacle Bill' s bound bonus bid. | |
| My mommy must a made up my mind | |
| Many months me for | |
| Mandy Miller resigned. | |
| Right raise rank rise rust and how she ever fussed! | |
| About that outlout doubtroute scout | |
| Seems he liked someone better than her. | |
| Oh! Tommy | |
| Trish and | |
| Frank You can talk me to the bank. | |
| So I can bring a little extra today, | |
| Prop prince prize proof prizeproof, pry pray. | |
| When the word of your ward was the sword by your side | |
| And you dug up the deed in the dump where he died, | |
| You seemed beside yourself you' re wandering all your wealth. ' | |
| While the warp and the woof of your words were worked | |
| By perpetually pushing spirits and beers, | |
| Cause the coffin the cradle the curse | |
| Were woven even worse. | |
| Since the ' sary sends signs out the fire to whom it may concern: | |
| Cause the coffin is for me cause | |
| I have nothing to do with it | |
| And the cradle is for me cause the old dragon attacked me in it | |
| And the purse is for me because | |
| I don' t have money nor friends. |