The James Clark Institute - Popularity Contest текст песни

Clark

She's so curt with her words, they got me down to size
Despite her laconic ways, her popularity rises
Higher, higher.

She's so dark with her heart, it puts mine to shame
Though she tears me apart, I keep falling just like rain.
Falling from higher, higher.

I only wish that I could be a little more popular
Like her train driving monkey, like her train driving monkey.

She's so approachable though I can never get near
To what she's all about now that I'm no longer needed here
By her, by her.

And I only wish that I could be a little more popular
Like her train driving monkey, like her train driving monkey
Like her drum banging monkey, like her drum banging monkey.

Mr. Postman, please, don't bring me no more of these
I don't want to read about her popularity
Mr. Postman, please, don't bring me no more of these
I don't need to read about her popularity.

He wins, he's the best in her popularity contest.