| Song | The Waist and the Knees |
| Artist | Game Theory |
| Album | Lolita Nation |
| 作词 : Miller | |
| Cozify with the lip-tied mind | |
| Beckmann's by the enlistment line | |
| Got to be small when target times come | |
| Got to be smart while acting dumb | |
| Son I think your learning don't seem right | |
| Sleep under the floor at night | |
| Feeling sicko hang on Sloop John | |
| Ugliest trip I've ever been on | |
| We'll follow those dreams we're going to have each | |
| Small and literal, well within reach | |
| And not a sicker fantasy dreamed of | |
| No excuse for love | |
| Trade all the forward brain for a needle of novocaine | |
| Going to be reconciled and when they give you an inch | |
| You'll take the inch with a smile | |
| Going to get hold and no one leaves | |
| Going to get cold and most will freeze | |
| Going to get folded into threes | |
| Until you bend at the waist and the knees | |
| Oh pal Joey, we're losers we know | |
| It's written on our hair and clothes | |
| We've seen the rings of smoke through the trees | |
| (In my thoughts I have seen | |
| Rings of smoke through the trees | |
| And the voices of those who stand looking | |
| Ooh, it makes me wonder)* | |
| We're how all the words go | |
| Ollie and Stan for all seasons we know | |
| I couldn't face this heaven alone | |
| Agreement made this day with the undersigned, no one twisting his arm... | |
| Company shall be referred to as 'special friend,' and | |
| Shall not be held | |
| Liable for moneys owed the retired vaudeville performers guild or the | |
| American operatic wire recording archive society, and | |
| Shall not be held | |
| Liable for loss due to theft, misplacement, impulse | |
| Buying, poor sportsmanship, | |
| Birth of multi-headed infant, hubby red-faced after | |
| Bizarre weight-loss | |
| Ritual, it shall be remembered by the undersigned, no | |
| One wins by being | |
| Unreasonable | |
| Over the ceiling rain | |
| And no place left that I know to drain | |
| Cutting the signal flow | |
| You can dress as you like there's still no place you can go | |
| Going to get hold and no one leaves | |
| Going to get cold and most will freeze | |
| Going to get folded into threes | |
| Until you break at the waist and the knees | |
| Fire across the temple and out the rear, motor skill | |
| And low muscle stopped, | |
| No one knows how to make it stop | |
| I hope I can wake up | |
| *Removed due to time concerns for CD version |
| zuò cí : Miller | |
| Cozify with the liptied mind | |
| Beckmann' s by the enlistment line | |
| Got to be small when target times come | |
| Got to be smart while acting dumb | |
| Son I think your learning don' t seem right | |
| Sleep under the floor at night | |
| Feeling sicko hang on Sloop John | |
| Ugliest trip I' ve ever been on | |
| We' ll follow those dreams we' re going to have each | |
| Small and literal, well within reach | |
| And not a sicker fantasy dreamed of | |
| No excuse for love | |
| Trade all the forward brain for a needle of novocaine | |
| Going to be reconciled and when they give you an inch | |
| You' ll take the inch with a smile | |
| Going to get hold and no one leaves | |
| Going to get cold and most will freeze | |
| Going to get folded into threes | |
| Until you bend at the waist and the knees | |
| Oh pal Joey, we' re losers we know | |
| It' s written on our hair and clothes | |
| We' ve seen the rings of smoke through the trees | |
| In my thoughts I have seen | |
| Rings of smoke through the trees | |
| And the voices of those who stand looking | |
| Ooh, it makes me wonder | |
| We' re how all the words go | |
| Ollie and Stan for all seasons we know | |
| I couldn' t face this heaven alone | |
| Agreement made this day with the undersigned, no one twisting his arm... | |
| Company shall be referred to as ' special friend,' and | |
| Shall not be held | |
| Liable for moneys owed the retired vaudeville performers guild or the | |
| American operatic wire recording archive society, and | |
| Shall not be held | |
| Liable for loss due to theft, misplacement, impulse | |
| Buying, poor sportsmanship, | |
| Birth of multiheaded infant, hubby redfaced after | |
| Bizarre weightloss | |
| Ritual, it shall be remembered by the undersigned, no | |
| One wins by being | |
| Unreasonable | |
| Over the ceiling rain | |
| And no place left that I know to drain | |
| Cutting the signal flow | |
| You can dress as you like there' s still no place you can go | |
| Going to get hold and no one leaves | |
| Going to get cold and most will freeze | |
| Going to get folded into threes | |
| Until you break at the waist and the knees | |
| Fire across the temple and out the rear, motor skill | |
| And low muscle stopped, | |
| No one knows how to make it stop | |
| I hope I can wake up | |
| Removed due to time concerns for CD version |