Letras:
They Might Be Giants Mink Car

knocking off my diamond wig Knocking me down unto the platinum ground Woke up in a beautiful dream alone Alone I got hit by a mink car Hit by a mink car

Bangs Above your eyes your hair hangs Blow my mind your royal flyness I dig your bangs Bangs To drape across your forehead To swing concordant angles

must be goin' blind There's nothing left but the smoke that's comin' off the mind They can run, they can hide We will never be denied They start the

is sweet but the after effects left me paralyzed I just stare with my one glass eye hoping you won't be back again There's a whole new generation waiting to be

words rhyme with buried alive In your monkey suit on a cigarette break The lunchtime crowd, they won't even blink But you'd be sad if they did But you'll be

air above the meadow Softly floating in the sky outside the window Hovering sombrero don't be shy Don't... don't be shy Don't be... terrified When you

so loud in here When they stop the drum machine and I can think again I'll remember what it was They're all shouting something at us, waving and pointing They

my hubba, the beat is blubba Being stingy on the pike collect the one into the otha Careen in tandem, the sea into the landem The people in the pix they

In a future time Children will work together To build a giant cyborg Robot Parade Robot Parade Wave the flags that the robots made Robot Parade Robot