Me Like Bees Comet And The Snail
It's slick
My shoe against the walk
My hair against the comb
My word against the ear
My dream against the fear
The oil is barreling down through the drum
It's nice
A well-fixtured machine
Chews paper by the ream
A record output salt
I'm gonna break 'em all
I'm revving and I'm hissing like a snail
And I'm hot on history's tail
The wait is over
The wait is over
The wait is over
(The wait is over)
(The wait is o-o-ver)
What gall
What ball-breaking approach
They'll take your hat and brooch
I take your hand and shake
I spit against your sake
The ladies gasp, I'm slicker all the more
Don't stare
And don't speak out of turn
The room is mine, you'll learn
Down to your fancy shoes
I read that handbook too
I'm feasting on your clavicles and cuffs
Ain't that housewarming enough?
You're tasting older
You're tasting older
You're tasting older
Man, you're slower than you look
Now think of all the geese you've cooked
You're getting older
You're getting older
You're getting older
(You're getting older)
(You're getting o-o-lder)
So slick
The narrow, sparkly trail
The comet and the snail
You like to watch them both
Don't lecture me 'bout growth
That's no star in that shell
