| Title: Making Flippy Floppy
Artist: Talking Heads
Nothing can come between us
Nothin gets you down
Nothing strikes your fancy
Nothing turns you on
Somebody is waiting in the hallway
Somebody is falling down the stairs
Set someone free, break someoneīs heart
Stand up help us out
Evīrything is divided
Nothing is complete
Evīrything looks impressive
Do not be deceived
You donīt have to wait for more instructions
No one makes a monkey out of me
We lie on our backs, feet in the air
Rest and relaxation, rocket to my brain
Snap into position
Bounce till you ache
Step out of line
And you end up in jail
Bring me a doctor
I have a hole in my head
But they are just people
And Iīm not afraid
Doctor Doctor
We have nothing in our pockets
We continue
But we have nothing left to offer
Faces pressed against the window
Hey! they are just my friends
Check this out donīt be slick
Break our backs it goes like this . . .
We are born without eyesight
We are born without sin
And our mama protects us
From the cold and the rain
Weīre in no hurry
sugar and spice
We sing in the darkness
We poen our eyes (open up)
I canīt believe it
And people are strange
Our presidentīs crazy
Did you hear what he said
Business and pleasure
Lie right to your face
Divide it in sections
And then give it away
There are no big secrets
Donīt believe what you read
We have great big bodies
We got great big heads
Run-a-run-a-run it all together
Check it out - still donīt make no sense
Makinī flippy floppy
Tryin to do my best
Lock the door
We kill the beast
Kill it!
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