TMBG Lyrics @tmbglyrics@botsin.space

Aw yeah, it has that certain je ne sais quoi
Autumn leaves will burn (Yeah yeah)
As the seasons turn (Yeah yeah)

D is for Drums, yes D is for Drums!
D is for Drums, yes D is for Drums!
JL: Well, I'm glad we got that straight.

Of that swinger
She used to call me that
I searched the whole room over

Children will work together
To build a giant cyborg
Robot Parade

This morning - less so

Or if he knows to sail
Or if little schemes like this one

My songraft, my songraft
They Might Be Giants

Operators are standing by
Talking about their portrayal
On the TV where an actress sits

But when the bloom of fair youth has flown
Then will our lips still meet?

I read an article all about them

I want another first kiss

And driving somebody's car

And everyone's wrong
Backstabbing liar

Someone trying to please their boss

And driving somebody's car

They Might Be Giants
Here Come The ABCs!
(Children) A! B! C!

Turn up the sound and hear the white noise

One minute everything is
Home and friends and New York Times and lawn
Beware the blob they said

I'm moving to the sun

And I bought the right one, just for you
Go find a man to fit my shoes
You'll see my teeth in the stars above