Ahab
Oh, take me,
to the place,
where the Queen Anne's lace,
runs wild.
Down some country bend,
I'm sick of New York, again.
Oh, man, I got it bad,
I'm like Ahab,
I'm in love.
Such a dirty thought,
for the one fis,
I never caught.
It's all been written,
they say,
like a school play in the gymnasium.
So, you can tell,
DeLillo,
he's got to find a sense of humor.
This fever,
might last, forever.
You, and me kid,
we should stay, together.
It's all white...
Take me to some bull fight,
in white and gold tights,
and a purple cape.
I'll do just fine,
I've got victory on my mind.
Molly Johnson,
down your stairs,
it's always dying a hair,
like sheep on the run.
Well, if you ever escape,
I could use a little change in pace.
This fever,
might last forever.
You and me kid,
we should stay together.
Yo de oh day-e
Yo de oh day-e
Take me to the place,
where the Queen Anne's lace,
runs wild . . .