Hang on... hang on tight.... . They might be giants (Boy). They might be giants. They might be rain. They might be heat. They might be frying up a stalk of wheat.
Love sees love's happiness. But happiness can't see that love is sad, love is sad. Sadness is hanging there. To show love somewhere something needs a change, they need a change.
Julie at the station says they'll be here any minute now. But she's running out of records and her show is ending anyhow.. They can hear her saying their name on the car radio.
Why is the world in love again?. Why are we marching hand in hand?. Why are the ocean levels rising up?. It's a brand new record for 1990. They Might Be Giants' brand new album Flood.
I know you deceived me, couldn't sleep last night. Now my tear stains on the wall reflect an ugly sight. I can see your secrets. No need to confess. Everyone looks naked when you know the world's address.
The famous person wears the same size water skis as me. She's got three cars, as many years I've lived in this city. Her hair is blond and mine is brown, they both start with a B.
The Edison Museum, not open to the public. Its haunted towers rise into the clouds above it. Folks drive in from out of town. To gaze in amazement when they see it.
The day Marvin Gaye and Phil Ochs got married. The trees all waved their giant arms. And happiness bled from every street corner. And biplanes bombed with fluffy pillows.
Rock, rock, rock!. . The water running down that pipe. Looks like a snake to me. By "Doc's Sugar Bowl" my coffee gets cold. 'Cause I don't want to see that....
Come on baby turn that frown upside down. Tell me why you ain't been around. What is it brings you down?. . We work the hardest to be the smartest (we work).
Who can snap my fingers?. Nobody can, nobody can. Where's my cat's pajamas?. In the can, the big trash can. . Swing is a word. Six feet down. Swing is a word.
I like people, they're the ones who can't stand. They're the ones who can't stand. I see smoke signals coming from them. They say "We are out of furniture".
Mr. Horrible, Mr. Horrible, telephone call for Mr. Horrible.. But before he can talk to the ugliness men,. There's some horrible business left for him to attend to..
Avalanche or roadblock. i was a snowball in hell. avalanche or roadblock. a jailer trapped in his cell. Money's all broke, and food's going hungry. if it wasn't for disappointment.
I met someone at the dog show. She was holding my left arm. But everyone was acting normal, so I tried to look nonchalant. We both said, "I really love you".
He wants a shoehorn. The kind with teeth. People should get beat up. for statin' their beliefs. . He wants a shoehorn. The kind with teeth. 'cause he knows there's no such thing.
Back in high school I knew a girl. Not too simple and not too kind. We both grew up, but I heard she'd changed. From a new wave fan to another kind. .
Pistol shots. Gun shots. Pistol shots. Gun shots. Bullets from a revolver. Bullets from a gun. Bullets through the atmosphere. Here they come. . John, I've been bad and they're.
We're in a road movie to berlin. can't drive out the way we drove in. so sneak out this glass of bourbon. and we'll go. We were once so close to heaven.
In a world we call our home, there's lots of room to roam. Plenty of time to turn mistakes into rhyme. There's a place for those who love their poetry.