1.I'm Going Away
I'm going away, I'm going away
I'll be back some old day
I'm going away, I'm going away
I'll be back some old day
Please tell me man what more can I do
Lord knows I can't get along with you
I'm going away, I'm going away
I'll be back some old day
I'm going away, I'm going away
I'll be back some old day
Get away from my window quit knocking
on my door
I got another man now can't use
you no more
I'm going away, I'm going away
I'll be back some old day
I'm going away, I'm going away
I'll be back some old day
When you're in trouble I work to pay
your fine
Now I'm in trouble you don't pay
me no mind
Get away from my window quit knocking
on my door
I got another man now can't use
you no more
I'm going away, I'm going away
I'll be back some old day
2.Even In The Rain
You wore your wrestling badge from your
wrestling match
You wore a t-shirt over your suit that
says you just won State
I guess I still don't mind that you
were late
I guess we must have done a lot of kissing
Must have known not what we were missing
She followed us to the motel and I lied
all the way
I rode on the back of your bike all the way
to Lake Geneva
I let you wear the helmet even though
you never offered anyway
Even in the rain
This could be the day the earth stood still
Take it from me I know we've had our fill
Never been this calm as I wander 'round
Never bring harm to those that I
surround
Well I keep consuming to avoid my own
thoughts, they tell me
Love keeping busy, love keeping busy
at any old cost
But there's nothing I could say would
keep my mind off of you
Well there's nothing I could do to keep
my mind from thinking of you
Even in the rain
She followed us to the motel and I lied
all the way
I rode on the back of your bike all the way
to Lake Geneva
I let you wear the helmet even though
you never offered anyway
Even in the rain
3.Drive To Dallas
Lyricist：Eleanor Friedberger, Matthew Friedberger
If I see you tomorrow I don't know what I will do
If I see you tomorrow I don't know what I will do
I'm not going to cut my hair or run around the block
I'm not going to drive to Dallas with blurry eyes ever again
With windshield wipers that can't wipe away my tears, oh no
And everything I own piled up in the backseat
With a speeding ticket from that speed trap town
The one that got my license revoked
But I never got pulled over, never got questioned
No, I never got pulled over, never got questioned
I still drove all around, all around, all around without it
If I see you tomorrow I don't know what I will do
If I see you tomorrow I don't know what I will do
I'm not going to cut my hair or run around the block
I'm not going to drive to Dallas with blurry eyes ever again
No, tomorrow'd be the day I drive up to Dallas
With red eyes, blurry eyes and dull wipers that no don't work
Everything piled up in the backseat so I can't use the mirror
You said we had unfinished business but it's finished now
You said we had unfinished business but it's finished now
You said we had unfinished business but it's finished now
If I see you tomorrow I don't know what I will do
If I see you tomorrow I don't know what I'll do
If I, if I, I don't know
If I, if I, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't
know
If I see you tomorrow I don't know what I'll do
If I see you tomorrow I don't know what I'll do
If I see you tomorrow, if I see you tomorrow
If I see you tomorrow I don't know what I'll do
I don't know what I will do if I see you tomorrow
What I will do, I don't know what I'll do
I, I, I, I, I, I don't know
I don't know what I'll do
If I see you tomorrow I don't know what I will do
If I see you tomorrow I don't know what I will do
I'm not going to cut my hair or run around the block
I'm not going to drive to Dallas with blurry eyes ever again
I'm not going to cut my hair or run around the block
I'm not going to drive to Dallas with blurry eyes ever again
4.Keep Me In The Dark
The Bazaar in Ouarzazate,
Had an emerald for sale. We heard
In the silver band were etched the initials
of you know who.
His momma pawned the Gulfstream;
Returned the antiquities to Italy;
Said in no uncertain terms buy it back for
my youngest son.
Please don't tell me nothing.
I'd rather'tell me nothing,
Keep me in the dark,
With the opposite of anything.
Went through my per diems
By the middle of the morning.
You won't mind me writing my own
receipts for boys or smoke'
Contracted three merchant fevers;
Embellished two early evenings;
At an arcade in the afternoon looked back
and forth with you know who.
Please, don't tell me nothing,
I'd rather'.Tell me nothing：
Keep me in the dark.
With the opposite of anything.
5.Ray Bouvier
Lyricist：Eleanor Friedberger, Matthew Friedberger
Ray Bouvier made me shoot the shoe
He won the local lottery and took us out
We put a barricade down the middle of the bed
But that didn't stop me from looking down the barrel
Well, I thought I was thinking but apparently not
Well, I thought I was thinking but apparently not
Ray Bouvier made me shoot the shoe
I kept the bullet as a souvenir and took it to the knife show
To carve out my name and the date
But it was too heavy to wear around my neck
Well, I thought I was thinking but apparently not
Well, I thought I was thinking but apparently not
Ray Bouvier made me shoot the shoe
If Kristi kills me I'll know who told her
We've never kept secrets from each other at all
But luckily it wasn't her favorite pair
Well, I thought I was thinking but apparently not
Well, I thought I was thinking but apparently not
Ray Bouvier made me shoot the shoe
He took us out drinking after he won the local lottery
We put a barricade down the middle of the bed
But the smoke never cleared from the room, not at all
Well, I thought I was thinking but apparently not
Well, I thought I was thinking but apparently not
6.Cups + Punches
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
7.Take Me Round Again
Lyricist：Matthew Friedberger
Take me round again in the Wildwood
Where the bluebells grew
With the merry widow waltz singing
Take me back to New York town
When the birds in Georgia sing of Tennessee
Fifty miles from Boston
When a fellow's on the level with a girl, that's on the square
That's the talk of New York town
I've got rings on my fingers
I saw a show called Carrie Marry Harry
Down among the sugar cane, listen Lester
When a fellow's on the level with a girl, that's on the square
The longest way 'round is the sweetest way home
I wonder who's kissing her now
In Brattleboro VT performing
With the People's Choral Union
The longest way 'round is the sweetest way home
With the merry widow waltz
At the fatal wedding the Dalton boys
And the Dalton boys, they ran a simple game
I've got rings on my fingers
See saw, Margery Daw
I've got rings on my fingers
I saw a show called Carrie Marry Harry
Down among the sugar cane, listen Lester
When a fellow's on the level with a girl, that's on the square
The longest way 'round is the sweetest way home
I wonder who's kissing her now
At the fatal wedding in Brattleboro mount
Performing with the People's Choral Union
Where death got married till nothing except yourself do you part
I've got rings on my fingers
Nobody knows, nobody cares
Listen Lester, the Dalton boys, they ran a simple game
Where my caravan has rested
See saw, Margery Daw
I've got rings on my fingers
I saw a show called Carrie Marry Harry
Down among the sugar cane, listen Lester
When a fellow's on the level with a girl, that's on the square
The longest way 'round is the sweetest way home
I wonder who's kissing her now
With the Japanese Tragedienne
And the old Nestor company at the Blondeau Tavern
At the New Amsterdam Theatre playing
A Parisian Romance
Down among the sugar cane
The man who owns Broadway up in a balloon
I saw a show called Carrie Marry Harry
I wonder who's kissing her now
I've got rings on my fingers
I saw a show called Carrie Marry Harry
Down among the sugar cane, listen Lester
When a fellow's on the level with a girl, that's on the square
The longest way 'round is the sweetest way home
I wonder who's kissing her now
In the Wildwood where the bluebells grew
That's the talk of New York town
When the birds in Georgia sing of Tennessee
Take me round again
When a fellow's on the level with a girl, that's on the square
Singing take me back to New York town
With the scandal of the Honduras lottery
Fifty miles from Boston
I've got rings on my fingers
I saw a show called Carrie Marry Harry
Down among the sugar cane, listen Lester
When a fellow's on the level with a girl, that's on the square
The longest way 'round is the sweetest way home
I wonder who's kissing her now
Listen, Lester, I've got rings on my fingers
Nobody knows, nobody cares where my caravan has rested
The Dalton boys ran a simple game
In Brattleboro VT performing with the People's Choral Union
See saw, Margery Daw at the fatal wedding
I've got rings on my fingers
I saw a show called Carrie Marry Harry
Down among the sugar cane, listen Lester
When a fellow's on the level with a girl, that's on the square
The longest way 'round is the sweetest way home
I wonder who's kissing her now
Well, I've got rings on my fingers
I saw a show called Carrie Marry Harry
Down among the sugar cane, listen Lester
When a fellow's on the level with a girl, that's on the square
The longest way 'round is the sweetest way home
I wonder who's kissing her now
Take me round again in the Wildwood
Where the bluebells grew
With the merry widow waltz singing
Take me back to New York town
When the birds in Georgia sing of Tennessee
Fifty miles from Boston
When a fellow's on the level with a girl, that's on the square
That's the talk of New York town
Yeah, I've got rings on my fingers
I saw a show called Carrie Marry Harry
Down among the sugar cane, listen Lester
When a fellow's on the level with a girl, that's on the square
The longest way 'round is the sweetest way home
I wonder who's kissing her now
8.Cut The Cake
CUT THE CAKE
When I heard the news
I nearly lost my breath
My heart stopped
And I held my chest
How could it be true, how could it
be true？
I bought ten copies of the paper
Tried to buy them all
But they wouldn't let me
How could it be true, how could it
be true？
Cut out the clip
And wallpapered my wall
I took it to work
To make copies so I could paper the
whole house
How could it be true, how could it
be true？
I scanned it too
So I could show it to my out-of-town
friends
I wrote a letter to the editor
To give praise and a mention
To the names they forgot
And the answers they didn't question
And those answers they didn't question
So what's one to do
With all this fame and glory
Hire a PR firm
To tell the rest of the story
How could it be true, how could it
be true？
Write it down quick
So I can make the 4 o'clock news
I know it's only local
But if it's what they choose
We'll celebrate over dinner,
Maybe dancing too
How could it be true, how could it
be true？
Who cut the cake？
Without any warning
Who cut the cake？
With my special knife
Into tiny little pieces for every fella's wife
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