| Song | Chris Michaels |
| Artist | The Fiery Furnaces |
| Album | Blueberry Boat |
| 作曲 : Friedberger | |
| Later at lunch with the taco lettuce crunch crunch | |
| She sets herself apart the bunch. | |
| How bad does she seem? | |
| She makes me wanna scream. | |
| On the phone with the | |
| West Glen | |
| Ellen rest home | |
| Talking up a tattle tome: | |
| How bad does she seem? | |
| She makes me wanna scream. | |
| My mom is gonna babysit tonight; | |
| Did you hear | |
| Melinda got into a fight; | |
| You whore you bitch she said, well then it serves her right. | |
| Talking all mad you know she really isn’t being sad: | |
| Her baby daddy’s name is | |
| Tad. How bad does she seem? | |
| She makes me wanna scream. | |
| Well yesterday you know she didn’t none of that to say: | |
| She queen-bee turned and walked away. | |
| How bad does she seem? | |
| She makes me wanna scream. | |
| Then boyfriend calls her up on the other line; | |
| She tells him sweetie sweetie sweetie mine, but he spaces out and thinks to himself all the time: | |
| My baby’s got a stick stuck out her beak, | |
| My baby takes a drink out of the leak, | |
| My baby’s got a blue-green sweater, | |
| And a nest down by the creek. | |
| Plume bloom bloom blaby bloom | |
| Cheep cheep beep bee-bee beep. | |
| Where did you for lunchtime go? | |
| Did Kevin and | |
| Jenny show? | |
| Do you wanna go out tonight? | |
| No. Plume bloom bloom blaby bloom | |
| Cheep cheep beep bee-bee beep. | |
| Remember that girl down the end? | |
| She was my friend. | |
| But just now she’s angry came up | |
| And said You’re so so stup’ | |
| It’s all disrup’ | |
| You’re blah blah this this that so now sh’up | |
| You messed it up. | |
| Remember that girlfriend of | |
| Al’s? We’ll we were pals. | |
| Today she was angry came up | |
| And said You’re so so stup’ | |
| It’s all disrup’ | |
| You’re blah blah this this that so now sh’up | |
| You messed me up. | |
| Then Tony of the | |
| Franklin Park hockey club | |
| Went to Gunzo’s and bought a goalie glove. | |
| Jessica was ‘posed to meet him back on | |
| Mannheim Kitchen back door by all the grease and grime: | |
| Was a little bird at my window | |
| Said that he’s been messing round; | |
| He’s working up the courage so to leave you; | |
| He’s getting ready to say he doesn’t love you. | |
| Well Tony took it all in stride | |
| Said don’t be silly but wondered who had spied. | |
| Jessica was driving down | |
| Wolf Road | |
| Roll up the windows baby talk in code. | |
| I’m the little bird at your back door | |
| Said your true love’s let you down. | |
| I’m the little bird through your chimney | |
| Said he’s been running round; | |
| He’s working up the courage so to leave you; | |
| He’s getting ready to say he don’t love you. | |
| Then she bumped into purses stole a credit card; | |
| Writing Chris | |
| Michaels, no it wasn’t hard. | |
| Number five terminal with a yogurt cup, | |
| Reading a young miss as she slurps it up; | |
| Nasty message when he don’t pick up. | |
| Layover Aden watch the local news; 99 and humid | |
| Oh the Red | |
| Sea blues | |
| Landing at | |
| Delhi take a third class train; | |
| Umbrella vendor in the autumn rain. | |
| Then the cops come by and ask your name. | |
| With his chillum and chillum-chee | |
| The cazee sentences me; | |
| So now go where you’re supposed to be | |
| And give up your | |
| Devi Desi. | |
| I’s paraded on through the choke | |
| When my leg irons broke | |
| And my bicycle wheel spoke: | |
| The Bombay army’s no joke. | |
| On the top of a | |
| Naracan Dam | |
| Started our picnic then | |
| Bam! My Devi ‘n me had to scram: | |
| Quick down to | |
| Madras a’lamb. | |
| Thought as a tindal that | |
| I could blend | |
| As I got to pretend, | |
| From laziness, the gang defend: pick up your pick axe and rend! | |
| Fasten your seatbelt and take hold of my arm | |
| That’s what she said before setting off my alarm: | |
| Baby gotta go baby gotta go. | |
| I know She’s gonna go | |
| I know She’s gonna go | |
| Down in Columbo girl whatever you want | |
| But the surf and cobras, tigers all taunt: | |
| Baby gotta go baby gotta go. | |
| I know She’s gonna go | |
| I know She’s gonna go. |
| zuò qǔ : Friedberger | |
| Later at lunch with the taco lettuce crunch crunch | |
| She sets herself apart the bunch. | |
| How bad does she seem? | |
| She makes me wanna scream. | |
| On the phone with the | |
| West Glen | |
| Ellen rest home | |
| Talking up a tattle tome: | |
| How bad does she seem? | |
| She makes me wanna scream. | |
| My mom is gonna babysit tonight | |
| Did you hear | |
| Melinda got into a fight | |
| You whore you bitch she said, well then it serves her right. | |
| Talking all mad you know she really isn' t being sad: | |
| Her baby daddy' s name is | |
| Tad. How bad does she seem? | |
| She makes me wanna scream. | |
| Well yesterday you know she didn' t none of that to say: | |
| She queenbee turned and walked away. | |
| How bad does she seem? | |
| She makes me wanna scream. | |
| Then boyfriend calls her up on the other line | |
| She tells him sweetie sweetie sweetie mine, but he spaces out and thinks to himself all the time: | |
| My baby' s got a stick stuck out her beak, | |
| My baby takes a drink out of the leak, | |
| My baby' s got a bluegreen sweater, | |
| And a nest down by the creek. | |
| Plume bloom bloom blaby bloom | |
| Cheep cheep beep beebee beep. | |
| Where did you for lunchtime go? | |
| Did Kevin and | |
| Jenny show? | |
| Do you wanna go out tonight? | |
| No. Plume bloom bloom blaby bloom | |
| Cheep cheep beep beebee beep. | |
| Remember that girl down the end? | |
| She was my friend. | |
| But just now she' s angry came up | |
| And said You' re so so stup' | |
| It' s all disrup' | |
| You' re blah blah this this that so now sh' up | |
| You messed it up. | |
| Remember that girlfriend of | |
| Al' s? We' ll we were pals. | |
| Today she was angry came up | |
| And said You' re so so stup' | |
| It' s all disrup' | |
| You' re blah blah this this that so now sh' up | |
| You messed me up. | |
| Then Tony of the | |
| Franklin Park hockey club | |
| Went to Gunzo' s and bought a goalie glove. | |
| Jessica was ' posed to meet him back on | |
| Mannheim Kitchen back door by all the grease and grime: | |
| Was a little bird at my window | |
| Said that he' s been messing round | |
| He' s working up the courage so to leave you | |
| He' s getting ready to say he doesn' t love you. | |
| Well Tony took it all in stride | |
| Said don' t be silly but wondered who had spied. | |
| Jessica was driving down | |
| Wolf Road | |
| Roll up the windows baby talk in code. | |
| I' m the little bird at your back door | |
| Said your true love' s let you down. | |
| I' m the little bird through your chimney | |
| Said he' s been running round | |
| He' s working up the courage so to leave you | |
| He' s getting ready to say he don' t love you. | |
| Then she bumped into purses stole a credit card | |
| Writing Chris | |
| Michaels, no it wasn' t hard. | |
| Number five terminal with a yogurt cup, | |
| Reading a young miss as she slurps it up | |
| Nasty message when he don' t pick up. | |
| Layover Aden watch the local news 99 and humid | |
| Oh the Red | |
| Sea blues | |
| Landing at | |
| Delhi take a third class train | |
| Umbrella vendor in the autumn rain. | |
| Then the cops come by and ask your name. | |
| With his chillum and chillumchee | |
| The cazee sentences me | |
| So now go where you' re supposed to be | |
| And give up your | |
| Devi Desi. | |
| I' s paraded on through the choke | |
| When my leg irons broke | |
| And my bicycle wheel spoke: | |
| The Bombay army' s no joke. | |
| On the top of a | |
| Naracan Dam | |
| Started our picnic then | |
| Bam! My Devi ' n me had to scram: | |
| Quick down to | |
| Madras a' lamb. | |
| Thought as a tindal that | |
| I could blend | |
| As I got to pretend, | |
| From laziness, the gang defend: pick up your pick axe and rend! | |
| Fasten your seatbelt and take hold of my arm | |
| That' s what she said before setting off my alarm: | |
| Baby gotta go baby gotta go. | |
| I know She' s gonna go | |
| I know She' s gonna go | |
| Down in Columbo girl whatever you want | |
| But the surf and cobras, tigers all taunt: | |
| Baby gotta go baby gotta go. | |
| I know She' s gonna go | |
| I know She' s gonna go. |