MOTORSCOOTER

A song from
Everfloppin Nonstopper

i've noticed that yer flying by more than usual lately
i find the leftover notes from the messages you write
i do appreciate that you know i need reminding
when i grow i swear i'm gonna set things straight
right now i have no time
i've got my own chaos to find

the designer girlfriend rides by on buses
she gets around like God stuck to cardboard
if i could figure out why it is she seems to want me
that might prove to be the oil for my tin head
i wince back at her stare
i've got my own chaos to wear

on a motorscooter, blind on a motorscooter
blind on a motorscooter ride

mama mia, papa pia, hay caramba
i got a Spanish fly epidemic buzz in my blood
wobbly kneed, i dream strictly curvaceous
and wake up to a 200 count pyramid
it's a tough bug to shake
i've got my own chaos to make

on a motorscooter, blind on a motorscooter
blind on a motorscooter ride

rumblin gut stuffed, and my mumblin mouth
spilling jingles
the designer girlfriend moved to billboards
if you woulda kept yer smoke off my distractions
i could kept up with the things that she adores
right now is not that kind
i've got my own chaos to find

on a motorscooter, blind on a motorscooter
blind on a motorscooter ride

© 2000, boe gatiss and Chub

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