Fine How'd Ya Do Lyrics - Grant Lee Buffalo

Now the troubadours are outside the court 

With their gramophones and rifles 

And an awful cloud is daring to pour 

Such a wild scene a 3-D picture Bible story 

And the floats of tinsel garland are downed 

Stalled for blocks on the parade route 

But the Majorette still twirls in the rain 

And the marching band goes soaking wet and that's a fine how 

Do ya do, do ya do 

And that's a fine how 

Do ya do, do ya do 

And that's a fine how 

Do ya do, do ya do 

And that's a fine how 

See the ladies in their Queen Union suits 

Shuffling gaily for the camera 

Doing high kicks in their felt button boots 

While the men puff on their cigarettes from Panama 

Like the baby dolls of Bisque on display 

In the shops of Barcelona 

There's a blankness that falls over his face 

As the speaker makes his way up to the podium 

Could he be so blind to sip lemonade 

In such a dire time, well, that's a fine 

That's a fine how 

Do ya do, do ya do 

And that's a fine how 

Do ya do, do ya do 

And that's a fine how 

Do ya do, do ya do 

And that's a fine how 

Do ya do, do ya do 

Holding hostage in the opium dens 

That are tucked behind the alleyway 

Where the corridors of Amsterdam bend 

'Neath the windows where the harlots pose like mannequins 

No one thinks of them on Valentines 

There's no chocolate box or cards to read 

And that's a fine how 

Do ya do, do ya do 

And that's a fine how 

Do ya do, do ya do 

And that's a fine how 

Do ya do, do ya do 

And that's a fine how 

Do ya do, do ya do 

And that's a fine how