Song | Old Jerry |
Artist | Stephen Malkmus |
Album | Pig Lib |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
let’s hear it for the modern skirts | |
hold it up until it hurts | |
whistle through the trees and split the brown money | |
you’ll never pop the solid earth | |
smelling like a cowboy’s cots | |
wicked as a sailor’s notch she farts | |
weather me parn and hit the ground running | |
you return to tease in vain | |
for jerry why don’t you try mary | |
her feet are a wandering flame | |
for jerry ride the canary | |
my feet are wandering again | |
the Cadillac of winter | |
listen for the levels’ click | |
watch it or it just might stick | |
whistle through my knees and hit a brown bunny | |
hiding in the neighbor’s crick | |
they spell it out with rules and laws | |
this neighborhood is where the cats’ applause | |
weather me dawn hit the ground running | |
you’re eaten to tease in vain | |
for jerry don’t you try mary | |
her feet are a wandering flame | |
for jerry ride the canary | |
her feet are a wandering flame | |
for jerry ride the canary tonight x2 | |
I don’t like like what you like | |
Lost in the stickers on the ice cream truck | |
Your thoughts are what we took for granted | |
Heart is denser than a hockey puck | |
And rats in the pile on a tilted room | |
And the walls are jagged and expanding | |
But you aren’t there to feed them air | |
Poor jerry don’t you try mary | |
Her feet are a wandering flame | |
for jerry ride the canary tonight | |
I know you want to get back |
let' s hear it for the modern skirts | |
hold it up until it hurts | |
whistle through the trees and split the brown money | |
you' ll never pop the solid earth | |
smelling like a cowboy' s cots | |
wicked as a sailor' s notch she farts | |
weather me parn and hit the ground running | |
you return to tease in vain | |
for jerry why don' t you try mary | |
her feet are a wandering flame | |
for jerry ride the canary | |
my feet are wandering again | |
the Cadillac of winter | |
listen for the levels' click | |
watch it or it just might stick | |
whistle through my knees and hit a brown bunny | |
hiding in the neighbor' s crick | |
they spell it out with rules and laws | |
this neighborhood is where the cats' applause | |
weather me dawn hit the ground running | |
you' re eaten to tease in vain | |
for jerry don' t you try mary | |
her feet are a wandering flame | |
for jerry ride the canary | |
her feet are a wandering flame | |
for jerry ride the canary tonight x2 | |
I don' t like like what you like | |
Lost in the stickers on the ice cream truck | |
Your thoughts are what we took for granted | |
Heart is denser than a hockey puck | |
And rats in the pile on a tilted room | |
And the walls are jagged and expanding | |
But you aren' t there to feed them air | |
Poor jerry don' t you try mary | |
Her feet are a wandering flame | |
for jerry ride the canary tonight | |
I know you want to get back |
let' s hear it for the modern skirts | |
hold it up until it hurts | |
whistle through the trees and split the brown money | |
you' ll never pop the solid earth | |
smelling like a cowboy' s cots | |
wicked as a sailor' s notch she farts | |
weather me parn and hit the ground running | |
you return to tease in vain | |
for jerry why don' t you try mary | |
her feet are a wandering flame | |
for jerry ride the canary | |
my feet are wandering again | |
the Cadillac of winter | |
listen for the levels' click | |
watch it or it just might stick | |
whistle through my knees and hit a brown bunny | |
hiding in the neighbor' s crick | |
they spell it out with rules and laws | |
this neighborhood is where the cats' applause | |
weather me dawn hit the ground running | |
you' re eaten to tease in vain | |
for jerry don' t you try mary | |
her feet are a wandering flame | |
for jerry ride the canary | |
her feet are a wandering flame | |
for jerry ride the canary tonight x2 | |
I don' t like like what you like | |
Lost in the stickers on the ice cream truck | |
Your thoughts are what we took for granted | |
Heart is denser than a hockey puck | |
And rats in the pile on a tilted room | |
And the walls are jagged and expanding | |
But you aren' t there to feed them air | |
Poor jerry don' t you try mary | |
Her feet are a wandering flame | |
for jerry ride the canary tonight | |
I know you want to get back |