Tight Globes Lyrics - Robert Pollard

Blonde machine in yellow spacecar 

Zip your legs in smooth rubber 

You pass me and harass me 

Number one is on the run 

I saw you outta my cave 

You didn't see me 

You never see me 

Ugliest affairs in print 

Jumbled societies children 

Where'd you pop in 

Blonde machine.... 

All the glands that you shoot through 

Tight globes 

International she goes out 

Fresh from the sweat factory I'm in love tonight - 

Perhaps we'll be best friends for a week