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Mistress Mabel seriously wrong
Clears my table, badly, then she's gone Takes a liberty if you let her Yes she's old but she should know better Oh dear Mabel please don't put me on Mistress Mabel all the kids agree You're unstable curious and free Wind them down and then keep them kickin' Sunken eyed and all panic stricken Oh dear mabel it still worries me Hem line rat bag so they told her Last nights name tag across her shoulder And tell me where all the days have gone When You rocked my cradle, tell me Mabel Where'd you go when you can't go on With this filthy fable, tell me Mabel Mistress Mabel wont you marry me? I'm unable to take it seriously I'll be good and you'll be a minute I wish you would or I'll drop you in it Oh dear Mabel wont you marry me? Hem line rat bag so they told her Last nights name tag across her shoulder And tell me where all the days have gone When you rocked my cradle, tell me Mabel Where'd you go when you can't go on With this filthy fable, tell me Mabel Tell me Mabel, tell me Mabel |
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| 2. |
| 4:14 |
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Baby's in the kitchen on a big black trombone
I'm in the bedroom on the cursed phone Everybody laughs when the band goes too slow Meeting every Tuesday in a club in Soho I'm just dreaming of Rockefeller Plaza Paul's on the ball with the bedroom plaything Wishing he could give her a damn good thrashing Everybody cries, "Well good for you, Paul We never liked her very much at all" I'm just dreaming of Rockefeller Plaza I'm just waiting on magic shoes Got three weird chords and I just can't lose I'm just finding my own way there Well I lost my voice and I grew my hair Brother Jon's long gone, he keeps his nose clean He's suckin on a black and white TV screen Says he got a girl a playbook memory Pictures on the wall and a dog named Henry I'm just dreaming of Rockefeller Plaza Ella's in the band, but she's always solo Dressed in rags and covered in day-glow Banging on the drums like a Meg White throwback Screaming all the while at her husband, poor Jack I'm just dreaming of Rockefeller Plaza I'm just waiting on pigs to fly Got cold dead brains and a reason why If I just didn't move half as slow I'd be a dog in your one-man show I'm just waiting on magic shoes Got three weird chords and I just can't lose I'm just finding my own way there So I lost my voice and I grew my hair I'm just waiting on pigs to fly Got cold dead brains and no reason why If I just didn't move half as slow I'd be a dog in your one-man show |
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| 3:57 |
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You've been down for too long
it's not right it's just wrong but it's true most unfortunately You're a heartbreak collector and pyscho inspector you're the answer that nobody needs When you check out you can leave in no doubt You failed where all the others suceed And yesterdays dreams have been sold off it seems And though everyone tries No one knows what it means Tell me, Where do you go? Where do you go, my honey? When you hear that shout When all the lights go out Well you don't speculate there's no reason to wait When you carry yourself like you do And there's no need for laughter you feel after you've overthought the rest of it through And how do you sleep when the company you keep Comes up for air faster than you There's no reason to live when the answer you give Are so believable they might just be true And yesterdays dreams have been sold off it seems And though everyone tries No one knows what it means Tell me, Where do you go? Where do you go, my honey? When you hear that shout When all the lights go out |
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