Noises

T.C. Folkpunk

Froodian Slips Ahoy!

02:48
(T. Cameron)

Story

From the T.C. Folkpunk album "Hearsay is 20/20".

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Lyrics

Baby come on out, and open up your garage door,
I said hey come on out, and open up your garage door,
I just want to park my bus in there,
Don't care about its pink slips anymore,

Well I'd make you some coffee but I can't get this spoon in the jar,
Yes I'd make you some coffee but I can't get this spoon in the jar,
The kettle's boilin' over baby the
Sugar is twinklin' like the stars,

Well I tried to wrap your birthday present, I couldn't fit it in the box,
Yes I tried to wrap your birthday present, I couldn't fit it in the box,
I crawled down to the liquor store,
And left your present in dry dock,

Well I tried and I tried but this here umbrella just won't give,
Yes I tried and I tried but this here umbrella just won't give,
If you ceiling keeps on leakin' baby,
I can't keep my umbrella hid,

Well I dreamed about you Tuesday night, come Wednesday it didn't make sense,
Yes I dreamed about you Tuesday night, Wednesday it didn't make no sense,
Well I'd lie down on the couch and tell you,
But my pockets feel so tense,