Mike Gordon Tiny Little World
[Verse 1]
Coffee shop, sipping froth I watch her
On a walkie talkie, talkin' sloshy 'n naught-ay
Losin' my Zen contentment, drugged, entranced by her lilac mist
Not actin' cock-ay, just came to get some nuts and a latte
Drench me in pretense and tempt me with the quench of your kiss
[Chorus 1]
In my tiny little world, caught up in the motion
Tryin' to find the sauce, shake it like the ocean
Got to take it slow, try and find my posse
But nothing's making sense, so I shake and make it saucy
[Verse 2]
It's not enough in my eyes, night falls; Oh, I follow her light
Stop motion strobes swirl at Benny's Boomerang
Climbing in a bass bin, I'm shakin' and fallin' through the dark and spit out
Dive over shoulders, Harlem shake-dance on a bar stool and I feel a yank
A ballerina balancing on the bar kicks and I fall and black out
[Chorus 2]
In my tiny little world, caught up in the motion
Tryin' to find the sauce, shake it like the ocean
Got to take it slow, try and find my posse
But nothing's making sense, so I shake and make it saucy
[Bridge]
Ride that little bitty train that could
Ride that little bitty train that could
Ride that little bitty train that could
[Verse 3]
Drowned in sleep the morning comes, crawl on concrete and climb up in my car
When two notes cross, delivered wrong, ain't it a pity?
Phone's ringing 'n ringing, running red lights while they're huntin' me down
Got two house closings at the same time in two parts of this city
Gotta put you on hold while I calm my secret other-life down
[Chorus 3]
In my tiny little world, caught up in the motion
Tryin' to find the sauce, shake it like the ocean
Got to take it slow, try and find my posse
But nothing's making sense, so I shake and make it saucy
[Outro]
Ride that little bitty train that could
Ride that little bitty train that could
I'm reachin' outta body, you can be my hot toddy (Ride that little bitty train that could)
Ain't tryin' to be gaudy, but you hot like a hibachi (Ride that little bitty train that could)
I pulsate like an earthquake, be my soul mate when we calibrate (Ride that little bitty train that could)
Start to free associate, you're makin' me evaporate (Ride that little bitty train that could)
My wish is to be squished, blown back out like a blowfish (Ride that little bitty train that could)
Pickin' up your wishes like a satellite dish (Ride that little bitty train that could)
And every chef knows: it's the sauce that makes the dish
Coffee shop, sipping froth I watch her
