Spin Doctors Album

Well, I don't think I can handle this
A cloudy day in Metropolis
I think I'll talk to my analyst
I got it so bad for this little journalist
It drives me up the wall and through the roof
Lois and Clark in a telephone booth
I think I'm going out of my brain
I got it so bad for little miss Lois Lane

Lois Lane please put me in your planner
Yeah, Lois Lane you don't need no Super Man
Come on downtown and stay with me tonight
I got a pocket full of kryptonite

He's leaping buildings in a single bound
I'm reading Shakespeare at my place downtown
Come on downtown and make love to me
I'm Jimmy Olsen not a titan, you see
He's faster than a bullet, stronger than a train
He's the one who got lucky got his cape around miss Lois Lane
I can't believe my dilemma is real
I'm competing with a man of steel

What time is it?
Four thirty
It's not late, naw, naw,
Just early, early, early

President, he sweat through his talcum
News paper man, he watch like a falcon
"Ah, look...daddy-o...sorry, Mr. President...where ya been?"
Use a little english to doctor the spin

What time is it?
Four thirty
It's not late, naw, naw,
just early, early, early

It's my bread and butter
Ain't got no other
It's on the TV
The spin's on me...

Ayatollah, he's hopping mad
Jibber about some damn jihad
Send me back to old Baghdad
Spin Doctor its oh so sad

What time is it?
Four thirty
It's not late, naw, naw,
Just early, early, early

It's my bread and butter
Ain't got no other
It's on the TV
The spin's on me...

Been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town
Been a whole lot happier without that face around
Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout
Nobody out the back door gonna throw my laundry out
She holds the shotgun while you dote-se-doe
She want one man made of Hercules and Cyrano
Been a whole lot easier since the bitch is gone
Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong

Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong
Ain't nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong
Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong
Whatcha go 'n' do to get into another one of these here rock 'n' roll songs?

Other people's thoughts they ain't your hand-me-downs
Would it be so bad to simply turn around?
You cook so well, all nice and French
You do your brain surgery too mama, go get yer monkey wrench

Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong
Ain't nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong
Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong
What'd ya go 'n' do to get into another one of these here rock 'n' roll songs?

I hope them cigarettes are gonna make you cough
Hope you heard this song and it pissed you off
I take that back I hope you're doing fine
And if I had a dollar I might give you ninety-nine.

Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong
AIn't nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong
Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong
What'd ya go 'n' do to get into another one of these here rock 'n' roll songs?

Forty or fifty horses
Lying in a lot.
Red raincoats and rifles,
An epidemic has been stopped.
Scientist speaks what are you
wondering about?
He got where he is by turning
Lab mice inside out.

The things we do
And have to do
The things I do for you
And what you do for me too
The "yeah, but I..."
And any other excuse
And if you take it for given
Then what's the use

All his possessions
Around him in his house,
Lying beside him his
Companion and his spouse.
And in the morning
He dress and go to hell.
All activated by
A little timer bell.

Your heart is a refrigerator car
It's cold and it never waits
Frozen breath and frostbite
Stacked, unopen crates

You never loved your frozen freight
Perishables and bloodless meat
You rolling snowball soul of sleet
You never wait....

You roll across desert
And clack across the sand
Though snakes may fry outside
Flowers crumble petrified in your hand
Your heart's a paid-off porter
You lied to spare your soul
With one arm you blow your brains out
With the other you dig the hole

You never loved your frozen freight......

Grey ice in your hinges
Sliding doors shut frozen locked
Airtight every tiny hole
With hard white putty blocked

You never loved your frozen freight.....

I know she got everything she wants
I know she got everything she needs
I know she needs me more than she knows

I know she got everything she wants
I know she got everything she needs
I know she needs me more than she knows

She come on so sweet and kind
I wonder if I'm on her mind
She always turns away
I know I'll get her...one of these days...

I know she got everything she wants
I know she got everything she needs
I know she needs me more than she knows

Yeah, one, two, princes kneel before you
That's what I said, now
Princes, princes who adore you
Just go ahead, now
One has diamonds in his pockets
And that's some bread, now
This one said he wants to buy you rockets
Ain't in his head, now
Yeah

This one got a princely racket
That's what I said, now
Got some big seal upon his jacket
Ain't in his head, now
You marry him, your father will condone you
How 'bout that, now
You marry me, your father will disown you
He'll eat his hat, now

Marry him or marry me
I'm the one that loves you baby, can't you see?
I ain't got no future or family tree
But I know what a prince and lover ought to be
I know what a prince and lover ought to be

Said, if you want to call me baby
Just go ahead, now
And if you'd like to tell me maybe
Just go ahead, now
And if you want to buy me flowers
Just go ahead, now
And if you'd like to talk for hours
Just go ahead, now

Said, one, two, princes kneel before you
That's what I said, now
Princes, princes who adore you
Just go ahead, now
One has diamonds in his pockets
And that's some bread, now
This one, he wants to buy you rockets
Ain't in his head, now

Marry him or marry me
I'm the one that loves you baby, can't you see?
I ain't got no future or family tree
But I know what a prince and lover ought to be
I know what a prince and lover ought to be

Said, if you want to call me baby
Just go ahead, now
And if you'd like to tell me maybe
Just go ahead, now
And if you want to buy me flowers
Just go ahead, now
And if you'd like to talk for hours
Just go ahead, now

And if you want to call me baby
Just go ahead, now
And if you'd like to tell me maybe
Just go ahead, now
And if you'd like buy me flowers
Just go ahead, now
And if you'd like to talk for hours
Just go ahead, now

If you want to call me baby
Just go ahead, now
And if you'd like to tell me maybe
Just go ahead, now
If you want to buy me flowers
Just go ahead, now
And if you'd like to talk for hours
Just go ahead, now

Oh baby
(Just go ahead, now)
Oh just, just go ahead now
(Just go ahead, now)
Oh your majesty
(Just go ahead, now)
Come on, forget the king and marry me
(Just go ahead, now)
Come on, come on, come on and
(Just go ahead, now)
Go ahead now, yeah
(Just go ahead, now)
Yeah, if you want to buy me flowers
(Just go ahead now)
Yeah, just go ahead now baby
(Just go ahead now)

I've been thinking lately
How to get you off my line
Don't seem all that easy but it
Feels alright
I've gotten rid of expectations
that I used to have
And we don't get along and it really ain't so bad

Somewhere in between the blue & the red
"This is temporary," is all she said
Someday things may be a little better than before
All these mysteries and they're knocking at my door

Alone in my room
I lay awake and dream
I'm sleeping half awake I got to
Try to explain
That I don't need your love and it
Means this much to me
I don't need your love woman won't you see

Somewhere in between the blue & the red
"This is temporary," is all she said
Someday things may be a little better than before
All these mysteries and they're knocking at my door

She must not realize
What this means to me
I figured out her disguise
Hey, mama, I'm not dreaming
(she's way off reality)

I've been thinking lately
How to get you off my line
Don't seem all that easy but it
Feels alright
I've gotten rid of expectations
That I used to have
And we don't get along and it really ain't so bad

I'm quite contented to take my chances
Against the Guildensterns & Rosenkrantzes
It's a matter of Cain & Abel
And I can feel your knee underneath the table

He doesn't dangle by the seraphim
He only wants a pretty face by him so
How could you want him when you know you could have me?

See the pigeons peck & peck to pay the dues
They peck a little extra to resole their shoes
He's with the pigeons pecking crumbs
I'm on my deathbed bleeding with the cherubim

He doesn't dangle by the seraphim
He only wants a pretty face by him so
How could you want him when you know you could have me?

Ferocious angels send me falling stars
But I know just how dangerous wishes are
Ferocious angels watch me come and go
But I'm not too smart to go barging off of roof tops, though

Sit out September on the window sill
'Cause you can't drink wine from a two dollar bill
Saint Christopher lives on the end of a quill
Leave him a diamond in your last will

He doesn't dangle by the seraphim
He only wants a pretty face by him so
How could you want him when you know you could have me?

How could you want him when you know you could have me?
How could you want him when you know you could have me?
How could you want him when you know you could have me?
How could you want him when you know you could have me?

Moonlight through the chicken wire, humming windowpane,
Lukewarm water gasping down a rusty drain
Big town's in need of mending, street lights make tooth some seams
Denim shadows shuffle in between the beams.

Different strokes for different folks so
Mind your manner and easy on the ethnic jokes
It's a dumbbell curve, your trying to tally,
All the way down to shin bone alley

Streets are metacarpal and flesh of asphalt calm
Buildings rise like fingers from a concrete palm
Yellow lit apartment trickle through the drapes
Windows frame each history hidden even from the fire escapes
Sullen winter sparrow lends wing to expanse of grey
Six-thirty-two in the morning on Thanksgiving day
And the bums they hit their corners, the thunderbird rubs their bones
And the crack addicts stare at the snowflakes zigzagging down to greet jones

Different strokes for different folks so.....

Seven-thirty-two on the same day, your bare feet on the parquet
And the light so papery white shining past the microwave
Knuckles to eyeballs and elbows on the table
Spend the day gazing from the window gable....