Jeremy Engle Lyrics - Liz Phair

Jeremy Engle 

Lives in a tangled 

Rent controlled apartment 

With his communist family 

There are books all around them 

The dining room table is lacquered 

With news clippings 

Yellowing badly 

They argue at dinner 

His brother's friends drop by 

To throw a line in or two 

About Tolstoy 

They all play guitar 

And they're all very far away 

In their own minds 

From the upper west side 

Of Manhattan 

I never got past his googly eyes 

That looked at me sadly 

In mocking surprise 

The way a Lord looks at his place mat 

Or a stain on his tie 

It never happened for me 

And Jeremy Engle though 

Wanted to step through that portal 

And try on that other dimension 

Of high high browism 

Jeremy's hair and brow 

Grow very high and no, not I 

I'm more of a napkin 

Not blessed with the vision 

Beyond how I'm matching 

The china and wine 

Now there are the Engles 

Skewering Lenin 

And chewing through 

Six pounds of venison 

Thigh that they shot up 

In upstate New York 

At their uncle's 

Jeremy needs me 

To wipe off his eye 

Some gelatinous thingy 

That his brother's rebuttaling 

Mouthful let fly 

Sometimes all you need is a napkin 

Sometimes all you need is a napkin