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The Manhattan Transfer

Topsy

 

Topsy

(album: Swing - 1997)


Brothers 'n' sisters listen while I tell you about the strangest thing
Something you might have heard before, like a bell's familiar ring

Topsy-thought he had it all covered, yes sir!
Turvy, he never really had a mind to hear what Mr. Topsy had to say

It's such a scene
Fighting all the time
They're getting mean
All the sparks're flying
Is this a dream?
Makes you wanna cry
I'm gonna scream
What's the point?
I wonder why

Janis' solo continued:
My, my, my, my, my people you should know
These cats'll never get no relief
Turvy, and sweet, Top-sy, it's so pulverizing, paralyzing
Doncha know?
(Yes yes)

Y' know I really don't get it
That's the way it always seems to be-dread it
Everytime I come around these cats are always scrapping
Yapping all about some little fluffy piece of ding a linging
Stain around the elbow
A bit of this, a bit of that, you bet your dollar that the joint's a hellzapopping
Man alive!
Topsy's in a fit
Turvy's in a snit
Ain't there anyone here who can put out the fire?

This is the most exasperating situation tell ya
I ain't-never seen the likes of this one
And I have seen a bunch that'll really make y' think about it
Wait a minute, hold your horses, here they coming now

Oh Mr. Topsy you sure bring me down
Better believe you're spitting the cotton-you are spitting the cotton now
Ah!
And Mr. Turvy your head's no where bound
It's something I would rather do without
Ha!

Ain't you had enough of Topsy Turvy
I've had more than I can handle 'n' it's tested my patience now
Sick and tired of this crazy scene
I'm a little more than sick 'n' tired, oh, I'm really wired
There's another way to go about this brother
Won'tcha hear me now, got'ta dig what I'm 'bout to tell ya
Loving one another's what I mean
Boy love'll really straighten y' out, if you'll only check it out

It's such a scene
Fightin's such a crime
Now, they're getting mean
Bound t' lose their mind
Man, is this a dream?
Wasting so much time
Help! I'm gonna scream
Wasting yours
And wasting mine

Topsy Turvey's World is Topsy Turvy
A little loving might undo it
Just because they can't meet in between

Woe (oh), woe (no)...
Top-sy Tur-vy...

What a pity

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?