Chumbawamba - Pickle lyrics
[Chumbawamba - Pickle lyrics]
Where soiled little fingers can't mess
Catalogued labeled and rarely-played
Polished and pure and possessed
Aaahaa - That's not music
Aaahaa - That's a pickle
Aaahaa - That's not music
Aaahaa - That's a pickle
Best keep your songs in
The safety of darkness
And never expose them to light
Open with care (shh) , pack in the box
All your songs might grow
Wings and take flight
Aaahaa - That's not music
Aaahaa - That's a pickle
Aaahaa - That's not music
Aaahaa - That's a pickle
Pickle
(Whealin' and the dealin' there
In the whiskey business for a long time
And this guy had a guitar
It laid around there and I lotta times there
Wouldn't be any customers in the place
And I'd grab up this guitar and I
Got to pecking around on it
And I thought it sounded awful pretty)