KETTLE WHISTLE
What makes kettle whistle
What makes gold precious
How come some people
They'll show you everything
How come some people
They don't like nothing at all
Well, I know why
We all want to be
Beautiful too
Beautiful too
Beautiful too
What makes your baby cry
What makes poor baby
Older than a rich wine
Well, I know why
We all want to be
Beautiful too
Beautiful too
Beautiful too
MY CAT'S NAME IS MACIO
My cat's name is Macio
He's a little man in a cat's body
He yawns just like I do
He's convinced
Oh, I won't eat him
I think he thinks that I'm his dad
'Cause I saved him from the pound
'Cause I saved him from the pound
Well, we went down
Down to the pound
That's where we saw Macio
Cat girl, she said to me
"Go ahead, pick one out"
Macio said, "let me out"
He sleeps right where I do
Then we wrestle in the morning
Good to you if you don't bother him
He just likes to do his own thing
My cat's name is Macio
He's a little man in a cat's body
Here we go
SLOW DIVERS
She said, "Do you think you could?"
I said, "Yeah, any second"
I'm sitting by a waterfall
And when the people jump in they hold their nose
And kiss these walls
Ratted walls, water-polished walls
Just don't ever want to move from this spot
You could sit here for so long
There's a slide... suicide
You could live or die
Going up, going down
Going up, going down
A boy came to the side
He said you want to go down the slide, he said
No man, hey, you got a joint to sell me?
We just slipped on the other roaches there [???]
Smoke roach
But first go down that slide, man, go on down
Go on down, go down
I'm sitting by a waterfall
Couldn't bear to watch the people slip and fall
You know the plants on the rocks, they're crazy
Thinking that they could start a life on the spiral walls
of a waterfall
Slow divers
Their view is spectacular
CITY
In the city there is something to see
And in the city there is nothing to breath
I'm going about my business
I'm wondering what I'm missing
And on my way home, hid in my coat
I wrote my name on city wall
Being famous
Being famous
Now in the city there is trash can, you can eat
And in the city there is a park bench, you can sleep
And I am wondering, I'm looking
My whole world is ripping
And on my way home a cop said "no"
There is a man with a stick and a gun in his hand
Being famous
Rich man in the city, poor man in the city
Fat man in the city, red man in the city
Rich man, fat man, black man, blue man
I don't know the rest of the words
'Cause I made it up
Just for you
Just for you |
