Lyrics
Jerryrigged
CD-EP released 2003
01. Telepop
02. Ann Taylor Girl
03. 911
04. Walking the Talk
05. The King of I Don't Care
06. Telepop (Instrumental)
There's a brand new beat
In my neighborhood.
Everybody's dancing and
It feels so good.
It's like a shot when something's going around.
It's like an upper when you're wearing a frown.
Telepop!
There's a brand new dance
In my neighborhood.
Just shake that thing until
It feels real good.
It doesn't matter if you're black or white--
Come join the party, baby, toss me a Lite!
Telepop!
There's a brand new rhythm
In my neighborhood.
Now you're shaking like
I knew you would.
It's just so easy when you hear that sound.
Just grab a partner and swing them around.
Telepop!
She walks along Michigan Avenue
Turning heads as she goes;
I'd slit my wrists if she told me to
And I don't care who knows.
She's my Ann Taylor Girl.
She's the anniest girl in the world.
She's the anniest thing
Making me want to sing
About my Ann Taylor Girl.
Well she's no bitch with an attitude
But she can walk that way;
Makes me the envy of every dude.
It happens every day.
She's my Ann Taylor Girl.
She's the anniest girl in the world.
She's the anniest thing
Gonna buy her a ring
Cause she's my Ann Taylor Girl.
She's skinnywaisted and shapely, too,
But she got brains in her head;
Goodlooker girl in her skirt and boots
She really knocks them dead.
She's my Ann Taylor Girl.
She's the anniest girl in the world.
She's the anniest thing
She's my everything
Yeah she's my Ann Taylor Girl.
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A's got this red dress that she wears,
Wanna kiss her everywheres;
She doesn't seem to mind the stares
Or all the rockets and the flares,
The bombs bursting in midairs
When her loveliness she bares--
She's the answer to my prayers.
Somebody call 911!
It's an emergency!
Somebody dial 911!
I mean ASAP!
A's got this lipstick that she buys,
And this stuff goes on her eyes.
It's not that she needs disguise
Or anything to mesmerize
And though she never even tries
She gives everyone a rise.
She's like fire in the skies.
Somebody call 911!
It's an emergency!
Somebody dial 911!
Get me an EMT!
A's got this hot number she wears
And she never puts on airs.
She doesn't seem to mind the stares
Or all the rockets and the flares,
The bombs bursting in midairs
When her loveliness she shares.
She's the answer to my prayers.
Somebody call 911!
Code red emergency!
Somebody dial 911!
Get me an EMT!
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I'm walking the talk.
I'm singing 'bout things
That used to get me down.
I try not to balk
Or carp about the crap
That keeps coming round.
It used to bring me down.
I mean really down.
I'm walking the talk.
I'm banging down the walls
I used to walk around.
I curse by default,
But now I'm cutting strings
That used to tie me down.
They used to bind me down.
I mean really down.
Though I try and I try to be better man,
Seems all I can do is just the best that I can.
I'm walking the talk.
Trying to train the mind
To do the things I say.
I'm knocking the talk,
Trying to make the most
Of another day.
Got my feet on the ground.
Just walking around.
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You can call me what you want to,
Sling your arrows about me.
Even if every word is true
And said with certain flair,
It's just this thing that's in the air;
Nothing you say could compare.
I'm The King of I Don't Care.
You can label me any way,
Think me stupid and lazy,
Slander me any time of day;
I've nothing to declare
And if I did I wouldn't share.
It's like I'm walking on thin air.
I'm The King of I Don't Care.
You can sell me off on eBay,
Zip me up or delete me,
Execute me like JFK,
And I won't even care.
I'll dance around like Fred Astaire,
So put away your questionnaire.
I'm The King of I Don't Care.
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