This is a bullet from a gun called, "What the fuck?"
If I was standing in your shoes, I'd throw my hands straight up
And start explaining at the speed of light, not sound
How the words get some coffee, came to mean, get downAnd all the king's horses and all the king's yen
Couldn't stop the abracadabra that invites these men
And all the alleyways in Amsterdam could not compete
Against the Wall Street speed with which you leave your feetOh yes, this song is a joke
Funny like our house goin' up in smoke
Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss
You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lipsEverytime the phone rings you get there first
And when the pizza man comes, you always run for your purse
Now I'm the son of a banker, I know just what the deal is
If you wrote it out in braille, I wouldn't even have to feel itOh yes, this song is a joke
Funny like our house goin' up in smoke
Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss
You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lipsFunny how goodbye can sound so sad sometimes
Today it sounds happy like a nursery rhyme
And you're not Cinderella, so don't forget your shoes
I've never been as lonely as when I was with youOh yes, this song is a scream
Funny like our lovin' doused in gasoline
Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss
You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lipsThis is fireman McNeil from the Hennepin line
We got the call around ten, we couldn't get there in time
There was a driveway leading to a hole in the ground
I got the heebies bone deep and turned the truck straight aroundOh yes, this song is a joke
Funny like my fingers in your bicycle spokes
Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss
You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lips