Songtexte AT&T - Pavement

Maybe, someone's gonna save me
My heart is made of gravy
And the laps I swim from lunatics don't count
Open up your stocking
Pull out all the things you never wanted 'til room service calls
Room service calls

Open up your hands
And let me see the things you keep in there
That's the way we do it in this rogue's town
I've got all the glory in the world
I hope it doesn't floor you before you go
Room service calls
In the random falls, go!

Whenever, whenever, whenever
Whenever, whenever, whenever
Ev-ev-ever I feel fine
I'm gonna walk away
From all this, all that

The groovy, groovy kitty
And little, little pity
With your slip shag watching back
And skinny-skinny people don't like that
When you call on them

Spell me

Spritzer on ice in New York City
Isn't it a pity?
You never had anything to mix with that
Listen to the tender
Behind the open chest in the hall
Room service calls
I'm blue and green, green and blue, ooh

Whenever, whenever, whenever
Whene-ne-ne-ne-ne-never, oh
I feel fine
I'll walk the plank for you
I'll walk the plank
I walked the plank for you
In the d-d-d-d-dark of the capi-federal

Jacob, Jacob Javitz
I'd like to thank you for everything
Primarily, your glass house
I'm workin' the ballin' stores and-
I'm Kashmir wrap sellin'

Come along lads
Join hands (guess, Levis, guess, Levis) one, two, three, go

Whoa, oh-oh-oh
Whoa, oh-oh-oh
Whoa, oh-oh-oh
Whoa, whoa, oh-oh-oh
The story it goes and a
Distorted ghost
(Distorted ghost)