At T Lyrics - Wowee Zowee - Pavement

Maybe someone?s gonna save me 

My heart is made of gravy 

And the laps I swim from lunatics don?t count 

Open up your stocking 

Pull out all the things you never wanted 

?Til room service calls 

Room service calls 

Open up your hands and let me see 

The things you keep in there 

I want to split up fifty-fifty 

That?s the way we do it in this rogue?s town 

I?ve got all the glory in the world 

And I hope it doesn?t floor you before you go 

Room service calls 

In the random falls, go 

Whenever, whenever, whenever 

Whenever, whenever, whenever 

Eve-eve-ever I feel fine 

I?m gonna walk away from all this, all that 

The groovy, groovy kitty and little, little pity 

With your slipshed [unverified] watch in back 

And skinny, skinny people don?t like that 

When you call on them, spell me 

Spritzer on ice in New York City 

Isn?t it a pity? You never had anything to mix with that 

Listen to the tender behind the open chest in the hall 

Room service calls 

I?m blue ?n green, green and blue 

Whenever, whenever 

Whenever, whenever 

Ne-ne-never ho 

I feel fi-i-ine, I?ll walk the plank for you 

I?ll walk the plank 

I wore your [unverified] for you in the d-d-dark 

Of the captain 

[Unverified] 

Jacob, Jacob Javitz 

I?d like to thank you for everything 

Primarily your glass house 

I?m workin? the ballin? stores ?n 

I?m Cashmir wrap sellin? 

Come along lads, join hands 

1, 2, 3, go 

(Guess, Levis, Guess, Levis) 

The story it goes and a 

Distorted ghost 

Distorted ghost