Tania Lyrics - Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart - Camper Van Beethoven

Oh, my beloved tania 

How I long to see your face 

Photographed in fifteen second intervals 

In a bank in san leandro 

A polaroid of you, cinque 

With a seven-headed dragon 

In a house in daly city 

Don't be sad, my beloved tania 

They say your father never liked stephen weed anyway 

Hired a detective 

To follow him around 

Oh, my beloved revolutionary sweetheart 

I can see your newsprint face turn yellow in the gutter 

It makes me sad 

How I long for the days when you came to liberate us from boredom 

From driving around from five to seven in the evening 

My beloved tania, 

We carry your gun deep within our hearts 

For no better reason than our lives have no meaning 

And we want to be on television