They Might Be Giants - Circular Karate Chop lyrics
[They Might Be Giants - Circular Karate Chop lyrics]
Never took a class before in self-defense
Never looked at you before with common sense
Gird myself for a short sharp shock
Trace myself in sidewalk chalk
I'll shut my mouth, you do the talking
You're so proud of your circular karate chop
Afternoons in the mirror doing pop and lock
From the junk shop to the truck
Stop to the big big top
Detention hall
Name on the wall and locker dent
Never mind the withered
Words of encouragement
Pulling off my anorak
Dumping out my black backpack
Take what you like, I'll keep on walking
You're so proud of your circular karate chop
Afternoons in the mirror doing pop and lock
From the junk shop to the truck
Stop to the big big top
You're still bragging about your
Telescoping roundhouse kick
You're still looking for your
Commodore's old control stick so myopic
Stay on topic and this world is sick
Three rules from your sensei:
One: Outsource your feelings
Two: Limit your training to be task-specific
Three: Assign regret to those accountable
Detention hall
Name on the wall and locker dent
Never mind the withered
Words of encouragement
Pulling off my anorak
Dumping out my black backpack
Take what you like, I'll keep on walking
You're so proud of your circular karate chop
Afternoons in the mirror doing pop and lock
From the junk shop to the truck
Stop to the big big top
You're still bragging about your
Telescoping roundhouse kick
You're still looking for your
Commodore's old control stick so myopic
Stay on topic and this world is sick
Never looked at you before with common sense
Gird myself for a short sharp shock
Trace myself in sidewalk chalk
I'll shut my mouth, you do the talking
You're so proud of your circular karate chop
Afternoons in the mirror doing pop and lock
From the junk shop to the truck
Stop to the big big top
Detention hall
Name on the wall and locker dent
Never mind the withered
Words of encouragement
Pulling off my anorak
Dumping out my black backpack
Take what you like, I'll keep on walking
You're so proud of your circular karate chop
Afternoons in the mirror doing pop and lock
From the junk shop to the truck
Stop to the big big top
You're still bragging about your
Telescoping roundhouse kick
You're still looking for your
Commodore's old control stick so myopic
Stay on topic and this world is sick
Three rules from your sensei:
One: Outsource your feelings
Two: Limit your training to be task-specific
Three: Assign regret to those accountable
Detention hall
Name on the wall and locker dent
Never mind the withered
Words of encouragement
Pulling off my anorak
Dumping out my black backpack
Take what you like, I'll keep on walking
You're so proud of your circular karate chop
Afternoons in the mirror doing pop and lock
From the junk shop to the truck
Stop to the big big top
You're still bragging about your
Telescoping roundhouse kick
You're still looking for your
Commodore's old control stick so myopic
Stay on topic and this world is sick