Down at the shore there's a place where there's no one vacationing There's just the sound of the call of the wild overcoming the fear of the unknown

Lift that fork, eat that snail Garçon summon up a new cocktail

She thinks she's Edith Head But you might know she's not The accent in her speech She didn't have growing up

She thinks she's Edith Head Or Helen Gurley Brown Or some other cultural figure We don't know a lot about

Bangs Above your eyes your hair hangs Blow my mind, your royal flyness I dig your bangs

Trouble awful devil evil Trouble awful devil evil Bat wings flapping just over my bed Swooping whirling around overhead

I live up in apartment number four Where the sound of the drum comes from Just follow the sound That's where the four is found

And I find that my head's nodding yes Though my legs are not following I'm inspired by events To remember the exits in back of me

Aw yeah, what is that certain je ne sais quoi? Aw yeah, it's a stone cold coup d'état Stone cold coup d'état Stone cold coup d'état

The hall remains It still contains A pair of doors, a choice Behind one door, a muffled roar Behind the other, a voice

Skip all the numbers that are not even Leave out the odd ones Leave out the odd; you're left with the even Skip all the odd ones

The accent in her speech She didn't have growing up The accent in her speech She didn't have growing up

Gonna pack my backpack in my rucksack And scamper down that train track Sell the dog, sell the fish, sell the birds

(Raise the yellow bots up) Raise the yellow bots up (Raise them up and make them respect us) Raise them up and make them respect us

The water running down that pipe Looks like a snake to me By "Doc's Sugar Bowl" my coffee gets cold 'Cause I don't want to see

Indestructible Indefensible Reprehensible Night after night the voice recites my misdeeds And puts me to sleep And tells me I won't Remember a thing

Universe man, Universe man Size of the entire universe man Usually kind to smaller man Universe man

Everything that's right is wrong again You're a weasel overcome with dinge Weasel overcome but not before the damage done The healing doesn't stop the feeling

I'm a mess Since you cut me out But Chucky's arm keeps me company

Though there are millions of Cephalophores that wander through this world You've got something extra going on I think you probably know

Everywhere the rats are running free Then I cast my Are dead because of me

Standing in my yard Where they tore down the garage To make room for the torn down garage I'm looking for my car But I must have sold my car When I needed to buy an electric organ

Begin again, begin again Wake up the lazy boyfriends

Reading the next resume Raising his eyes up from the page Showing no sign of surprise

Everywhere around this burg They're running out of verbs Adverbs and adjectives Everywhere around this town They're running out of nouns They're running out of nouns

Aw yeah, it has a certain je ne sais quoi Aw yeah, it's a stone cold coup d'état Stone cold coup d'état Stone cold coup d'état

And mom and dad and kid and kid And dad and mom and kid and dad And baby And kid and mom and mom and kid And dad and mom and kid and kid And granddad And dad and dad and kid and kid And mom and gran and kid and mom and

As the ancient one cranes his neck to look You see his hand's been replaced with a hook But it's clear you're very much alive It's 2105

They Might Be Giants got lost Driving around

Just for your information If you should hear this I am letting you know that I'm your boyfriend now

You know what I mean You know what I mean You know what I mean, bean Richards

'Cause I've got something To make you understand Something hidden there Underneath the land

Here, this is yours I'm done with it, I brought it back Don't know anything about some other slack I only borrowed one slack

This is where the party ends I can't stand here listening to you And your racist friend

Why'd you turn away? Turn your head around so I can see Aaa! Aaa!

It's a wicked little guy Wicked pissa little guy Wicked scorcher little critta He's a wicked little guy

O Michigan, exemplar of unchecked replication O Michigan, O Michigan The tank the fishes are in Expansionist in spirit In latter borders obtained Don't hold us back, don't hold us back We must eat Michigan's brain Now grow back, Michigan We miss you again

We nix the glaben (cafè con pan) The knifey-knife is staben (cafè con pan cafè con pan) Protrude into the hoobalicious (cafè con pan) Scoff the extra aden (cafè con pan)

Gonna ask for my admission Gonna speak to the man in charge The secretary says he's on another line Can I hold for a long, long time?

There! Near the borderline Right between two countries

Hot dog, hot dog, hot diggety dog It's a brand new day Whatcha waiting for? Get up, stretch out, stomp on the floor

I can't hang out with the haunted eye Though I don't know why I can't hang out with the haunted eye Though I don't know why

I should be allowed to glue my poster I should be allowed to think

Iron is a metal, you see it every day Oxygen, eventually, will make it rust away Carbon in its ordinary form is coal Crush it together, and diamonds are born

And I taught you how to cyclops rock And then you go and turn around and break my heart And then you go and waste my cyclops time Mess up my cyclops mind

Sit beside me at the helm Yeah, this is what I call the helm And this button here is the fast-forward button

I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard I wish he would go He's breaking up my home

I died and went to heaven and the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the Gibson Lounge Gibson Lounge

Motion (keep movin', keep movin', keep movin') Direction (which way, anyway, uptown, all around) Acceleration (let's go faster) Acceleration (let's go faster)

"How's everybody doing? We are super-excited to be here tonight, ladies and gentlemen, for so many different reasons, but the barbecue being really at the core of it. So, um, we've got a special song for you right now, ladies and gentlemen."