Cups & Punches Lyrics - I'm Going Away - The Fiery Furnaces

I saw a black girl last night called Charmaine Champaign 

She wasn't a worn out ex-so-and-so, no not from Times Square 

But she went to Johnny Romero's till it was too hot to handle 

And she's got nothing to show for it, no money, no love 

But she could tell me the squarest thing on the jukebox 

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat 

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat 

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat 

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat 

Teach me not to get baited with stage 

Whispers like, "Can anybody turn me on?" 

Show me how to make cups and punches 

It's so simple without a simple syrup 

You have to gather a quarter pound of young peach leaves 

On a dry and sunny day 

And the cost is so uncertain since peach leaves are seldom sold 

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat 

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat 

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat 

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat 

She likes a strong sangaree that shakes for twelve hours 

Keeps warm for twelve months then sits for six months more 

Then she's gonna sing me the squarest thing on the jukebox 

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat 

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat 

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat 

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat 

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat 

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat 

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat 

She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat