Guys, Girls, Guitars
(专辑: You Am I's #4 Record - 1998)
There's a
guy singing in the
edge of the
room Making sounds through a
face like a
prune He's got them fancy checkered pants and a
chip in his tooth Oh no, yeah, yeah, yeah Suffocating from patchouli and smoke Here's the
fifty-first song that he wrote About the
girl who split fifty weeks ago Oh no, yeah, yeah, yeah And there's a
weight sitting real heavy down there on his shoulder The
patented moves growing colder The
seventh chord just keeps getting older Oh my soul, just hit me if I
get on a
roll But this all sounded so good in the
bedroom cold Oh yeah, yeah, yeah But its only a 2
AM tune With a
bridge lifted from "My Aim Is True" From the
setlist drink to the
practice room Oh yeah, yeah, yeah But there's a
weight sitting real heavy down there on his shoulder The
patented moves growing colder The
seventh chord just keeps getting older And he knows just as sure as this microphone stinks There's a
change coming through and he ain't going home alone tonight And there's a
weight sitting real heavy down there on his shoulder The
seventh chord just keeps getting older Is it me or is the
room getting colder Oh, we're going down, but don't it sound sweet Feel the
dust building up at our feet The
seventh chord just keeps getting older