When your name is Evil, that is good or so you think, but you're so very wrong. It's evil! But being wrong is right, so then you're good again, wich is the evilest thing of all...
Do you find his sudden ways, invite you? does he excite you? If his contradictions should atract you, should he distract you?
Heaven help you then... You're finished, it's the end... There'll be no retrieval... From the evil...
The evil, he will do. He's evil, he's Doctor Evil. His name is Evil.
Why is the world in love again? Why are we marching hand in hand? Why are the ocean levels rising up? It's a brand new record for 1990 They Might Be Giants' brand new album: Flood
I'm your only friend I'm not your only friend But I'm a little glowing friend But really I'm not actually your friend But I am
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch Who watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell >From my electrical well It's a simple message and I'm leving out The whistles and bells So the room must listen to me Filibuster vigilantly My name is blue canary one-word Spelled l-i-t-e My story's infinite Like the Longines Symphonette It doesn't rest
I'm your only friend I'm not your only friend But I'm a little glowing friend But really I'm not actually your friend But I am
There's a picture opposite me Of my primitive ancestry Which stood on rocky shores and Kept the beaches shipwreck free Though I respect that a lot I'd be fired if that were my job After killing Jason off and Countless screaming Argonauts Bluebird of friendliness Like guardian angels its Always near
(And while you're at it Leave the nite lite on inside the Birdhouse in your soul)
Istanbul was Constantinople Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople Been a long time gone, Constantinople Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night
Every gal in Constantinople Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople So if you've a date in Constantinople She'll be waiting in Istanbul
Even old New York was once New Amsterdam Why they changed it I can't say People just liked it better that way
So take me back to Constantinople No, you can't go back to Constantinople Been a long time gone, Constantinople Why did Constantinople get the works? That's nobody's business but the Turks
Istanbul, Istanbul Istanbul, Istanbul
Even old New York was once New Amsterdam Why they changed it I can't say People just liked it better that way
Istanbul was Constantinople Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople Been a long time gone, Constantinople Why did Constantinople get the works? That's nobody's business but the Turks
So take me back to Constantinople No, you can't go back to Constantinople Been a long time gone, Constantinople Why did Constantinople get the works? That's nobody's business but the Turks
I returned a bag of groceries Accidentally taken off the shelf Before the expiration date I came back as a bag of groveries Accidentally taken off the shelf Before the date stamped on myself
CHORUS Did a large procession wave their Torches as my hed fell in the basket And was everybody dancing on the casket? Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't Done anything that I want Or, I'm still alive And there's nothing I want to do
I will never say the word "Procrastinate" again; I'll never See myself in the mirror with my eyes closed I didn't apologize foor when I was eight And I made my younger brother Have to be my personal slave
CHORUS
So I won't sit at home anymore And you wn't see my head in the window And I won't be around ever anymore And I7ll be up there on the wall at the store
I returned a bag of groceries Accidentally taken off the shelf Before the expiration date I came back as a bag of groceries Accidentally taken off the shelf Before the date stamped on myself
This is where the party ends I can't stand here listening to you And your racist friend I know politics bore you But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you And your racist friend
It was the loveliest party that I've ever attended If anything was broken I'm sure it could be mended My head can't tolerate this bobbing and pretending Listen to some bullet-head and the madness that he's saying
This is where the party ends I'll just sit here wondering how you Can stand by your racist friend I know politics bore you But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you You and your racist friend
This is where the party ends I can't stand here listening to you And your racist friend I know politics bore you But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you And your racist friend
Out from the kitchen to the bedroom to the hallway Your friend apologizes, he could see it my way He let the contents of the bottle do the thinking Can't shake the devil's hand and say you're only kidding
This is where the party ends I can't stand here listening to you And your racist friend I know politics bore you But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you And your racist friend
She set your goldfish free And now she's sighing Blew out your pilot light And made a wish She doesn't have to have her db's records back now But there's not a lot of things That she'll take back
CHORUS She wants to see you again She wants to see you again See you twisting in the wind
She's not your satellite She doesn't miss you So turn off your smoke machine And Marshall stack She doesn't have to have Her Young Fresh Fellows tape back But there's not a lot of things That she'll take back
Where was I? I forgot The point that I was making I said if I was smart that I would Save up for a piece of string And a rock to wind the string around
Everybody wants a rock To wind a piece of string around Everybody wants a rock To wind a piece of string around
Throw the crib door wide Let the people crawl inside Someone in this town Is trying to burn the playhouse down They want to stop the ones who want A rock to wind a string around But everybody wants a rock To wind a piece of string around
Throw the crib door wide Let the people crawl inside Someone in this town Is trying to burn the playhouse down They want to stop the ones who want A rock to wind a string around But everybody wants a rock To wind a piece of string around
If I were a carpenter I'd Hammer on my piglet, I'd Collect the seven dollars and I'd Buy a big prosthetic forehead And wear it on my real head
Everybody wants prosthetic Foreheads on their real heads Everybody wants prosthetic Foreheads on their real heads
Throw the crib door wide Let the people crawl inside Someone in this town Is trying to burn the playhouse down They want to stop the ones who want Prosthetic foreheads on their heads But everybody wants prosthetic Foreheads on their real heads
Throw the crib door wide Let the people crawl inside Someone in this town Is trying to burn the foreheads down They want to stop the ones who want A rock to wind a string around But everybody wants a rock To wind a piece of string around
Mr. Horrible Telephone call for Mr. Horrible But before he can talk to the ugliness men There's some horrible business left For him to attend to Something unpleasant has spilled on his brain As he sponges it off they say
"Is this Horrible? Is this Horrible? It's the ugliness men, Mr. Horrible We're just trying to bug you We thought that our dreadfulness Might be a thing to annoy you with"
But Mr. Horrible says, "I don't mind The thing that bothers me is Someone keeps moving my chair"
"Would you mind if we balance this glass of milk Where your visiting friend accidentally was killed? Would it be okay with you if we wrote a reminder Of things we'll forget to do today otherwise, Using a green magic marker, if it's alright On the back of your head?"
Mr. Horrible Mr. Horrible We're not done with you yet Mr. Horrible You have to try on these pants so the Ugliness Men Can decide if they're just as embarrassing as we think We have to be sure about this
But Mr. Horrible says, "I don't mind The thing that bothers me is Someone keeps moving my chair"
Someone keeps moving my chair
Mr. Horrible says, "I don't mind The thing that bothers me is Someone keeps moving my chair"
Forsty the supervisor lives by himself Sometimes I feel sorry for him Usually I can't I've turned off my hearing aid Don't say the electric chair's not good enough For king-lazy-bones like myself More coffee for me boss Because I'm not as messed up as I want to be Because Because
I'll never know what you'll find when you Open up your letter box tomorrow 'Cause a little bird never tells me anything I want to know, she's my best friend She's a sparrow
CHORUS And I'll never know what you never never Want to know when you know What you are-o
If I had a pair of eyes in the back of my hed For each time you forgot to take out All the things you forgot to talk about When you took a bite out of my spine I would have a lot of eyes on me by this time Wouldn't I? Wouldn't that just be fine
A woman came up to me and said "I'd like to poison your mind With wrong ideas that appeal to you Though I am not unkind." She looked at me, I looked at something Written across her scalp And this is what it faintly said As I tried to call for help:
CHORUS There's only one thing That I know how to do well And I've often been told that you only can do What you know how to do well And that's be you Be what you're like Be like yourself And so I'm having a wonderful time But I'd rather be whistling in the dark There's only one thing that I like And that is whistling in the dark
A man came up to me and said "I'd like to change your mind By hitting with a rock," he said, "Though I am not unkind." We laughed at his little joke and then I merrily walked away And hit my head on the wall of the jail Where the two of us live todaay
