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They Might Be Giants Lincoln

and it never ends Ana Ng and I are getting old And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence Listen Ana hear my words They

going down to Cowtown The cow's a friend to me Lives beneath the ocean and that's where I will be Beneath the waves, the waves And that's where I will be

Lie still, little bottle, and shake my shaky hand Black coffee's not enough for me, I need a better friend One pill at the bottom is singing my favorite

along I've got a match Your embrace and my collapse Love people are there The smell of love is everywhere Why can't you be sensitive and good Why don't you want to be

was mad when they outlawed bell bottoms Ten years later they were sharing the same cell I shouted out, "Free the Expo '67" Till they stepped on my hair, and they

beat up for stating their beliefs He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth Because he knows there's no such thing He asks a girl if they can both sit

I like people, they're the ones who can't stand They're the ones who can't stand I see smoke signals coming from them They say "We are out of furniture

I know you deceived me, couldn't sleep last night Now my tear stains on the wall reflect an ugly sight I can see your secrets No need to confess Everyone

apart from pain They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane They