| Song | Old Jerry |
| Artist | Stephen Malkmus |
| Album | Pig Lib |
| 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 |