Nellie McKay

The New York Times invents the news I did not see where they were going Behind the dying afternoon I follow, restlessly devoted Tell me your mind Tell me you'll always follow Send me a sign Send me a smile like Charo I need your lovin' eyes At least

look at you you're young havin' so much fun gonna be a star blah blah blah and click there goes the phone I don't wanna know what my horoscope's predicting just pour me a drink cuz I need a kick I don't wanna think I just wanna sip (chorus) David don

I don't see nothing, I don't see nothing I don't see nothing I don't see nothing It isn't bad to know your limitations That we know can come to good But if you had to know your situation I see no reason you should You don't have to know, and say If y

Oh, do, do, do What you've done, done, done Before, baby Do, do, do, what I do, do, do Adore, baby Let's try again Sigh again Fly again to heaven Baby, see It's A, B, C I love you And you love me I know, know, know What a beau, beau, beau Should do,

I mean I must have said Please Lord, send me a hard-luck childhood Please Bub, spare me a hot romance Please lady, gift me with genius, not pleasure Please Mrs. Henry, start me off without a chance I must have said Please sir, let me lay in the sewer

If I Ever Had A Dream - Nellie McKay If I ever had a dream I would dream of sunny skies of blue Clover and lsquo 'neath the fields of cream Bougainvillea and the roses too The wind is a symphony Flowing low across the silver sea He'll sway on a summe

Standin' in the break of a yawn where you done left me alone There's nothin' happenin' to hide Sittin' in the shade of the lawn as everybody goes home There's nothin' left here to find Standin' with my back to the wall Mindin' the sky as it's fallin'

Avez-vous de la glace ce soir Il est temps de partir ce soir Oui apportez une chaise ce soir Je n'aime pas beaucoup cela ce soir Ecoutez s'il vous plait ce soir Il est temps de partir ce soir Est-ce que vous fumez ce soir Je n'aime pas beaucoup cela

You and me We sweat We slave We gamble recklessly as if a dagger in the dark Me and you We misbehave We trample fecklessly upon the bladder of our hearts But it's a happy flower in the mornin sun And it'll keep perfumin when the mornin's done This ai

And when the dawn breaks through the drums start Beating the morning to the farm Your grimace widens and your lips part Sounding the silent alarm And when the bells explode they scatter Hitching a hand unto the breeze The grand bureaucracy grows fatt

You're mean to me Why must you be mean to me Dear, honey, it seems to me You like to see me cryin' I don't know why I stay home each night When you say you'll phone, you don't And I'm left alone singing the blues inside You treat me coldly Each day i

My oh my walkin' by Who's the apple of my eye Why it's my very own Clonie Oh if I should stroll the 'hood Who knew I could look so good Just talkin' on the phone to Clonie We are pals It's cool 'cause we're not lonely Shallow gene pool There's nothin

Every single thing Will only bring Another sad solution Every single hurt Will only curse Another substitution Everyone you meet Secures a wretched seat Within your memory Wipe their filthy feet Upon the yearning of your soul There you are in me No o

I met him at a protest Dolled up in his finest finery A Malcolm X t-shirt And a tambourine To love him, it was hopeless The cannons fell and shook the barricade We came in at the chorus I could hear him say Eatin' that burger Pass the kitchen condime

Oh, I can't dance Yes you can, stop that Oh, I really can't Oh yes, you can Come on, right left, right left Just give it a try Really you can teach me Oh yeah, you got the legs for it 'Cause it seems to me Oh, it seems to you I said it seems to me Yo

Long and Lazy River Nellie Mckay You're supposed to have a laugh And have a lot to say You're supposed to have a gas And make your getaway But do you know you can't be wrong How do you know you can't be wrong You've got a long and lazy river to your

Feminists don't have a sense of humor Feminists just want to be alone (boo-hoo) Feminists spread vicious lies and rumor They have a tumor on their funny bone They say child molestation isn't funny Rape and degradation's just a crime (lighten up, ladi