Regina Spektor - Back of a Truck lyrics
[Regina Spektor - Back of a Truck lyrics]
She lifted the monument in
Her monumental arms
She was the mother superior with
Her carry-on luggage charms
She was this androgynous powder
Nosed girl next door
She had eaten her dog and she was
Back for more, back for more, back for more
Oh, she was back for more
Some more? Yes please, some more
Her gym teacher thought himself a
Sweat sock demi god
And her geraniums thought themselves
An alien pod her front porch gave way
Beneath her classified weight
And when the ambulance came they
Said it's much too late
Oh, it's much too late oh, it's much too
Much too late oh, it's much too late
How late? Very late, too late
Now, the people of New Guinea
And the people of LA
Have been pen pals for years
Cause they both hate ballet
Only the pandas and bears have
Made a clean getaway
But the news bulletin claims it's
Gonna to be ok
Now, Miss Lucy had a sweatshop
Where the immigrants worked
Problem was they all turned to pumpkins
At the twelve o'clock stroke
Promptly confiscated by police
Precinct number X that was when the alien
Geraniums demanded the facts
No violence, of course no
Violence, no violence, of course
Hey, hey no violence, of course
Of course why yes, of course
I mean, I mean, of course why yes
Of- of course here the story gets hazy and
Her hair gets too long
And the TV gets quiet as we
Hear a real bad song
The mothers get whiskey and
The girlfriends get tongue
And there's a back of a
Truck selling smoke free lungs
And there's a back of a
Truck selling alien pods
And there's a back of a
Truck selling game show hosts
And there's a back of a truck
Selling the souls of the dead
And there's a back of a
Truck selling crumb free bread
This is New York!
Now, there's a back of a truck
Selling the back of a car
And there's a back of a
Car selling roadway maps
And there are roadway maps selling
The back of a head
Hey, how much for that back of a head, man?
Hey, wait a minute hey, wait a minute
Wait a minute, that's- wait a minute
That's my back of a head!
Hey, you can't sell that
Man! That's my back of a head!
Hey, hey sell it back to me
Man sell it back to me
Hey, it's- it's mine m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-mine!
She lifted the monument in
Her monumental arms
She was the mother superior with
Her carry-on luggage charms
She was this androgynous powder
Nosed girl next door
She had eaten her dog and
She was back for more
She had eaten her dog! D-O W-G
She had eaten her dog, d-d dog, d-d-d dog
D-d dog
She had eaten her, eaten, eaten her, eaten
Eaten her- ohh
Mmm-mm-mmm oh ohh ohhh ohh oo ooo ooh
Oo, some more? Yes please, some more
Some more? Yes please, some more
Her monumental arms
She was the mother superior with
Her carry-on luggage charms
She was this androgynous powder
Nosed girl next door
She had eaten her dog and she was
Back for more, back for more, back for more
Oh, she was back for more
Some more? Yes please, some more
Her gym teacher thought himself a
Sweat sock demi god
And her geraniums thought themselves
An alien pod her front porch gave way
Beneath her classified weight
And when the ambulance came they
Said it's much too late
Oh, it's much too late oh, it's much too
Much too late oh, it's much too late
How late? Very late, too late
Now, the people of New Guinea
And the people of LA
Have been pen pals for years
Cause they both hate ballet
Only the pandas and bears have
Made a clean getaway
But the news bulletin claims it's
Gonna to be ok
Now, Miss Lucy had a sweatshop
Where the immigrants worked
Problem was they all turned to pumpkins
At the twelve o'clock stroke
Promptly confiscated by police
Precinct number X that was when the alien
Geraniums demanded the facts
No violence, of course no
Violence, no violence, of course
Hey, hey no violence, of course
Of course why yes, of course
I mean, I mean, of course why yes
Of- of course here the story gets hazy and
Her hair gets too long
And the TV gets quiet as we
Hear a real bad song
The mothers get whiskey and
The girlfriends get tongue
And there's a back of a
Truck selling smoke free lungs
And there's a back of a
Truck selling alien pods
And there's a back of a
Truck selling game show hosts
And there's a back of a truck
Selling the souls of the dead
And there's a back of a
Truck selling crumb free bread
This is New York!
Now, there's a back of a truck
Selling the back of a car
And there's a back of a
Car selling roadway maps
And there are roadway maps selling
The back of a head
Hey, how much for that back of a head, man?
Hey, wait a minute hey, wait a minute
Wait a minute, that's- wait a minute
That's my back of a head!
Hey, you can't sell that
Man! That's my back of a head!
Hey, hey sell it back to me
Man sell it back to me
Hey, it's- it's mine m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-mine!
She lifted the monument in
Her monumental arms
She was the mother superior with
Her carry-on luggage charms
She was this androgynous powder
Nosed girl next door
She had eaten her dog and
She was back for more
She had eaten her dog! D-O W-G
She had eaten her dog, d-d dog, d-d-d dog
D-d dog
She had eaten her, eaten, eaten her, eaten
Eaten her- ohh
Mmm-mm-mmm oh ohh ohhh ohh oo ooo ooh
Oo, some more? Yes please, some more
Some more? Yes please, some more