Talkshow Boy - You’re Too Pretty To Be Working In A Burger Joint lyrics
[Talkshow Boy - You’re Too Pretty To Be Working In A Burger Joint lyrics]
You're too pretty to be working in a burger
Joint so worm your way out of there
And work your way into my heart
Is falling all apart
Up down, all around and everywhere
Send a send a letter send a letterbomb and
Send it to yr home-loan
Telephone Holly, Holly, Holly and
(I) don't feel peachy-keen
Hunky dory superfine
I'm too lazy to be sleeping in a restaurant
So order, order, order
In the court in the c-c-c-c-court
I st-st-stutter when I mutter
What-a what-a what-a
Isn't it just beautiful how
Icicles a-penatrate the sky?!
Down town, up town and everywhere
I could send a lovey letter full
Of insincerities and old clichés
But that's been done before, my friend
My lover
(I) don't feel anything, hap happy
Superfine
Lalalalalaladoododo
Take my hand and tell me I'm the only man
To make you feel the way that ravers
Feel when they're on ecstasy!
I've lost weight like I'm
Sponsored by Jenny Craig
There isn't much of me to go
Around -
I'm digging underground
And look at what I've found!
Small things grow to big things
And dominate the picture space
All angular
Rectangular
And dating grows to mating
And hating everything
Small things and big things
And anything
That moves like a woman and talks like
A teenager becomes a candidate for living
Out your dreams in other people
As opposed to finding inner peace of
Mind and playing like child again
Joint so worm your way out of there
And work your way into my heart
Is falling all apart
Up down, all around and everywhere
Send a send a letter send a letterbomb and
Send it to yr home-loan
Telephone Holly, Holly, Holly and
(I) don't feel peachy-keen
Hunky dory superfine
I'm too lazy to be sleeping in a restaurant
So order, order, order
In the court in the c-c-c-c-court
I st-st-stutter when I mutter
What-a what-a what-a
Isn't it just beautiful how
Icicles a-penatrate the sky?!
Down town, up town and everywhere
I could send a lovey letter full
Of insincerities and old clichés
But that's been done before, my friend
My lover
(I) don't feel anything, hap happy
Superfine
Lalalalalaladoododo
Take my hand and tell me I'm the only man
To make you feel the way that ravers
Feel when they're on ecstasy!
I've lost weight like I'm
Sponsored by Jenny Craig
There isn't much of me to go
Around -
I'm digging underground
And look at what I've found!
Small things grow to big things
And dominate the picture space
All angular
Rectangular
And dating grows to mating
And hating everything
Small things and big things
And anything
That moves like a woman and talks like
A teenager becomes a candidate for living
Out your dreams in other people
As opposed to finding inner peace of
Mind and playing like child again