They Might Be Giants Ecnalubma
Well it's a good thing that I brought a napkin
I knew that this would happen
Why does this always happen
That a day of impulsive fun becomes an evening
Of injury, blood, and grieving
Of injury, blood, and grieving
[Chorus]
Make way, make way
And stand aside
The crowd takes up the cry
"He comes, he comes
Bow down, bow down
And lower your eyes
Before the litter borne
By men in fancy uniforms
A chariot from which a siren warns
The regal flashing lights and royal horns-
Behold, the Great One comes!"
You've got an electric knife
And I've got the need to spite
My face
I've got a nose
I know what to do
Hand me that electric knife
Marry me and be my wife
Be by my side in the electric parade
[Chorus]
Make way, make way
And stand aside
The crowd takes up the cry
"He comes, he comes
Bow down, bow down
And lower your eyes
Before the litter borne
By men in fancy uniforms
A chariot from which a siren warns
The regal flashing lights and royal horns-
Behold, the Great One comes!"
Help me out, I can't seem to get this window open
Never mind, now it's open
I think my hand is broken
[Chorus]
Make way, make way
And stand aside
The crowd takes up the cry
"He comes, he comes
Bow down, bow down
And lower your eyes
Before the litter borne
By men in fancy uniforms
A chariot from which a siren warns
The regal flashing lights and royal horns-
Behold, the Great One comes!"
