And The Relatives - Dixie Cups текст песни

Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, I
Need it, need it, need it, need it, need, I
Finicky, finicky, finicky, I
Need it, want it. No I don't.
I can't remember what I owe the world
When there's an air-conditioned jacket.

Here, use my license. I don't care.
Have a drink. Have five while you're there.
Relax in your apartment.
Imagine maid service. Talk shit. Shit.

Sing a song to yourself about how much you love your fingers.

What kind of person names a neighborhood 'Plantation'?
Kick all the bigots involved in organization.
I'll have a smoke and be on my way
Through the heart of Suburbia, a flaccid day.

Hey! Hey! Hey!
A flaccid day!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
A flaccid day!