Along Comes Mary Lyrics - Hooray For Boobies - Bloodhound Gang

Every time I think that I'm the only one who's lonely 

Someone calls on me 

And every now and then I spend my time at rhyme 

And verse and curse those faults in me 

And then along comes Mary, Mary Mary 

Then along comes Mary, Mary Mary 

And does she want to give me kicks and be my steady chick 

And give me pick of memories 

Or maybe rather gather tales 

From all the fails and tribulations no one ever sees 

When we met I was sure out to lunch 

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch, sweet as the punch 

When vague desire is the fire 

In the eyes of chicks whose sickness the games they play 

And when the masquerade is played 

The neighbor folks make jokes at who is most to blame today 

And then along comes Mary, Mary, Mary 

Then along comes Mary, Mary, Mary 

And does she want to set them free and let them see reality 

From where she got her name 

And will they struggle much when told 

That such a tender touch of hers will make them not the same 

When we met I was sure out to lunch 

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch, sweet as the punch 

And when the morning of the warning's passed 

The gassed and flaccid kids are flung across the stars 

The psychodramas and the traumas gone 

The songs have all been sung and hung upon the scars 

And then along comes Mary, Mary Mary 

Then along comes Mary, Mary, Mary 

And does she want to see the stains the dead remains of all the pain 

She left the night before 

Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies 

And make them realize their urgent cry for sight no more 

When we met I was sure out to lunch 

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch, sweet as the punch 

When we met I was sure out to lunch 

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch 

When we met I was sure out to lunch 

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch 

When we met I was sure out to lunch 

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch 

When we met I was sure out to lunch 

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch 

When we met I was sure out to lunch 

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch 

When we met I was sure out to lunch 

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch, sweet as the punch