Folk Singer Lyrics - Brendan Benson

Like a folk singer's song I'm moving on 

And I'm not the kind of man that acts very strong 

When the girls are looking on 

When the girls are looking on 

If you tied my hands and put chains on my feet 

I can picture myself walking down any street 

Telling people that I meet 

Looks like rain to me 

Every single day at eleven I'm home in bed in sleep heaven 

Alone 'cause my girl leaves at seven ain't got time for my bedn'in 

She said stop pretendin' you're not JOhn Lennon 

Will I ever get over this 

Having tasted your lips with a kiss 

You can cross me off your list 

Take these cuffs from off my wrists 

And drop your fists 

Soon as I'm well I'm gonna leave my house 

Become more of a man and less like a mouse 

Drive my car down south to the Mississippi's mouth 

In the gulf of Mexico I'll get soused 

Every girl I made in the shade of Esplanade 

I've saved in a song that I play when I'm afraid 

Of a full scale air-raid 

From the choices that I've made 

When I heard the news about the union dues 

And how each time I lose no matter which door I choose 

I put on my walking shows 

And I just cruised (and you know I got bruised) 

It was fun while it lasted until it was blasted 

Right out of the water and into fantastic 

Now he feels shafted and she's already past it 

She's like elastic and he's so spastic