Lyrics
Go ahead and tell me what year you bought your first six-string guitar, and this is a man who understands
the pet lobster that i bought for you
Go ahead and tell me what year you bought your first six-string guitar, and this is a time i think your re fine
With his head held high but his pants are falling down, with his head held high but his pants are falling down
go ahead and tell me what year you bought your first six-string guitar
Go ahead and tell me what year you bought your first six-string guitar, it s alright
i don t mind
and this is a man who understands
The red in his eye and the leanness of his purse, it s alright
And this is a time i think your re fine, turn me upside-down and let the blood run down
Like the colors of a rose on your boutonniere, in much better years
and this is a man who understands
And this is a man who understands, this is a man who walks around
The red in his eye and the leanness of his purse, the pet lobster that i bought for you
cause the only form of justice in your conscience robbing you of sleep
And this is a time i think your re fine, go ahead and tell me what year you bought your first six-string guitar
And this is a time i think your re fine, she called me on the telephone after she put her headbone through the wall
Like the colors of a rose on your boutonniere, this is a man who walks around
The pet lobster that i bought for you, with his head held high but his pants are falling down, with his head held high but his pants are falling down
she called me on the telephone after she put her headbone through the wall
Cause the only form of justice in your conscience robbing you of sleep, and this is a man who understands
I don t mind, with his head held high but his pants are falling down, and this is a man who understands
go ahead and tell me what year you bought your first six-string guitar
It s good to let you use me cause i ve used you so many times before, go ahead and tell me what year you bought your first six-string guitar, and all the other girls hate her
cause the only form of justice in your conscience robbing you of sleep
Like the colors of a rose on your boutonniere, and this is a man who understands, go ahead and tell me what year you bought your first six-string guitar
I don t mind, turn me upside-down and let the blood run down
And this is a time i think your re fine, she called me on the telephone after she put her headbone through the wall
like the colors of a rose on your boutonniere
Describing my face as it melted in the photographs she had taken of me and her, and this is a girl who walks around
and this is a girl who walks around
Cause the only form of justice in your conscience robbing you of sleep, and this is a man who understands
is screaming in a pot upon your stove
Go ahead and tell me what year you bought your first six-string guitar, cause the only form of justice in your conscience robbing you of sleep, is screaming in a pot upon your stove
Describing my face as it melted in the photographs she had taken of me and her, like the colors of a rose on your boutonniere
this is a man who walks around
With his head held high but his pants are falling down, turn me upside-down and let the blood run down
