Lyrics:

(David Byrne) Raise up - shake them lazy bones Read the T-shirt but still don't understand Comin' home with a little apocalypse It comes, now do you have time for this? A 3-tone carpet and a Jackie Chan spear Lookin' at a hairdo and a belly full of beer Well I ain't no poet, ain't got no rhyme Well I got me a car and I don't know how to drive In the event of a pressure loss All our lines are busy now I will be laughing out loud anyhow Ev'ryday, a little apocalypse Lay down, lay down next to this Lookin' at the body well I don't even know his name Call me in this morning was a friend of mine Well the wind so strong, it's blown us all around Wind so strong, nobody settle down Ev'ryday another apocalypse Had a TV but I don't know how deep it is Please read the print advisory Would you like to go ahead? Dancin' wherever she goes - Tippytoes Rhetorical Memorial Invisible Incredible Unstoppable Emotional Illogical Sensational Little sister gotta take her medicine Baby brother, gonna do it all again Runnin' fast but cannot catch the bus Funny feelin', this is part of us And you must take your medicine Getting better everyday Good for a limited time - Feelin' fine We will return your things to you When it's time for you to leave So quiet nobody knows - Tippytoes