Get Away From Me

I'm just a walkin' my dog
singin' my song
strollin' along
yeah it's just me and my dog
catchin' some sun
we can't go wrong

My life was lonely and blue
yeah I was sad as a sailor
I was an angry 'un too
Then there was you
appeared, when I was entangled
with youth, and fear, and nerves
jingle jangle
vermouth and beer
were gettin' me mangled up

But then I looked in your eyes
and I was no more a failure
you looked so wacky and wise
and I said, lord I'm happy
'cause I'm just a walkin' my dog
singin' my song
strollin' along
it's just me and my dog
catchin' some sun
we can't go wrong
'cause I don't care 'bout your hatin' and your doubt
and I don't care what the politicians spout
if you wanna companion
well just go right to the pound
and find yourself a hound
and make that doggie proud
'cause that's what it's all about

My life was tragic and sad
yeah I was the archetypal loser
I was a pageant gone bad
Then there was you on time
and wagging your tail
in the cutest mime
and you was in jail
I said woof, be mine
and you gave a wail
and then I was no longer alone
and I was no more a boozer
we'll make the happiest home
and I said lord I'm happy
'cause I'm just a walkin' my dog
singin' my song
strollin' along
it's just me and my dog
catchin' some sun
we can't go wrong
'cause I don't care 'bout your hatin' and your doubt
and I don't care what the politicians spout
if you need a companion
well just go right to the pound
and find yourself a hound
and make that doggie proud
'cause that's what it's all about
that's what it's all about
that's what it's all abow-wow-wow-wout
that's what it's all about

Deliver the paper deliver the porn
deliver the baker deliver the morn
A quiverin' jibberin' shiverin' mass
of sunshine and good times that I have to pass
on the way to my job on the way to my work
on the way to that slobberin' hoverin' jerk
who's my boss today
who's my boss to stay
who's my supervisor when I'm in my grave
a slave on the run still under the gun
of Attila the Hun with a cinnamon bun
I don't know son, was there somethin' I missed
I don't think Fritz Lang was a fantasist
Metropolis exists is this
if you listen close you can hear the piss

(chorus)
Every day's another loss
need the pay so please the boss
through the sludge they mingle by the mile
every worker looks ahead
ah the kiddies must be fed
so they trudge along in single file

joo ming boohaaooo

and you turn and you toil
and you burn and you boil
in the tourniquet coil
of the white folks' soil
spoilin' with a malaise worse than disses or dope
wakin' up in a haze
with your wishes and hopes
and your poor little dreams
all wrapped up in burlap
that you carry around
for a sniff or a snack
or a taste in your haste
to get right back on track
outta whack with the pack
but acquiring the knack
of ignoring the rustle
that quietly seethes
the hustle, the buy-it
the air that you breathe

(chorus)

joo ming boohaaooo

Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't apologize so much
that it's jive it's a crutch
I just used when I'm judged
bein' fudged by a face I can't erase and can't see
cuz I misplaced a dossier or Monty Python CD
or somethin' stupid like that
but jesus is that so bad
to make my ego go splat
like a tire goin' flat
or fat on a big mac
I'm bein' attacked
tit for tat
you fuckin' bureaucrats
you can just apologize back

(bridge)
But I don't know when it comes and it goes
all the highs and the lows
in this motionless psychosis
ieeieei and I die fadin' straight away
ieeieei and I cry every waking day
I don't know what else to say

(chorus)
I'm sorry for the mess
the stupid way I'm dressed
I guess I failed my test
oh don't you know I'm sorry for my views
I musta been confused
and yet you know that really I'm sorry for you

Well now I don't mean to offend, much
just comprehend
when you're female and you're fenced in and
phen-phened to no end
and no zen guide to men will help you fend off the brethren
and then the pen appears
and better than the oxygen network
or the sword or the spear or the fork
or the bored pork-fed horde
it's a mooring post
the whore you'll miss the most when you're away
when you're in Snowshoe PA
doin' some play from Backstage
that deals with AIDS and race and gays and
relationships and ballet
and then you're like ?hey yay what'd you say?
I can just sing my troubles away??
but then you're fucked
'cause you gotta make a buck
and the whole world sucks
and you're like a lame duck
that's lyin' dyin' tryin' to sell out
but there's no one buyin' and there's all this doubt
and you can preen and dream and scream and shot
but your life's affliction is the fiction of Faust

(bridge)

I'm sorry for the time
the stupid way I rhyme
I knew I shoulda chose a life of crime
I'm sorry for my blues
I know it's all old news
and yet you know that really I'm sorry for you

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry
I also mirror this apology
this idealogy of sorry
in part of the liberal theology that's leading us to hari-kari
it's like a mythology, almost
like a malingering ghost
as we slowly decompose
writing in the grave of the polls
cryin' for Senator Wellstone and then proceeding to moan
at our own supposed sabotage of the elections at home
?oh somebody phone home!
the American people have spoken!?
now is that certain?
maybe those nice Midwestern folks were just jokin'
in any case there's no use in dopin' chokin' mopin' and sobbin'
come on you disheartenin' dobbins
sayin' sorry is my problem
so to conclude
I'm a little of a prude
so it's difficult for me to have to allude
to all this rude crude verbal baggage
but I manage cuz I'm a savage inside
I may listen to Enya's greatest hits
and try to control my hissy fits with pride
won't get my hair dyed
but oh the onus of lyin' all the time
I don't wanna say, ?diiiie motherfucker!?
but I wouldn't mind if you did
sometimes even the nice girl's ego has to override the id
and so before I flip my lid my crib
and get myself out of this bind
you can hear what's on my lips but you don't know
what's in my mind

(chorus)

I'm sorry for you I'm sorry for you
I'm sorry
waaaah

Baby watch your back
Baby watch your back ...
I watched you come and go and never noticed
like daily papers, faces, knick-knacks
but now I've seen you
and you are my focus
baby watch your back
I went my days and nights
not knowing of you
but now you fill my every minute
and I can't stop myself for my thoughts
of you are infinite

I watch you
you hate me
I don't like you
but I want to have your baby
you ain't got no soul
I don't really get you
you ain't got no soul
like I've never met you

(chorus)
You ain't got no soul
but I'm gonna let you in
for a big surprise
Baby watch your back
baby watch your back
watch out

Now you walk down the street and I follow
wearing my wig and funny glasses
and I will follow you wherever you go
baby watch your back
I'll catch you one day in the rain or the fog
and then you'll realize how I care
and I'm invincible for I am like smog
I'm everywhere
I touch you
I feel you
I brush you
soon I'll steal you

(chorus)

Baby watch your back!

And when the dawn breaks through the drums start
beating the morning to the farm
your grimace widens and your lips part
sounding the silent alarm
and when the bells explode they scatter
hitching a hand unto the breeze
the grand bureaucracy grows fatter
whistling the old melodies

oh-ee-oh goes the Buckingham jewel guard
oh-ee-oh goes the cop on the beat
oh-ee-oh goes the kid in the schoolyard
oh-ee-oh goes the kid on the street
Hey man what's happenin' with you?
I watched that episode too
maybe I'll get some Chinese
I'll have the dumplings
no MSG please

And when the night breaks through they wonder
if all they lost was self-respect
they pass the homes of greed and plunder
still, ling'ring on, the disconnect

oh-ee-oh sittin' down for the evening
oh-ee-oh through the civil earthquake
oh-ee-oh safe in bed and they're dreamin'
heaven knows if they'll ever awake

Yeah I'll have my coffee black
hey look we're bombing Iraq
I guess that's the only way
oh did I tell you we got Fifi spayed?
and when they get to work they hear drums
the boom fills all the empty space
they file papers lada-dee-dum
trimming their shoebox with lace

oh-ee-oh but there's somethin' a growin'
oh-ee-oh through the bustle and hiss
oh-ee-oh fuck the lawns that need mowin'
oh-ee-oh there is somethin' amiss
oh-ee-oh oh-ee-oh oh-ee-oh
oh-ee-oh-ee-oh-ee-oh

oh waiter bring me my check soon
I have a hectic schedule
I'm saddened by the news that we won
I wonder what I'd say to the bomb

where are you now
where are you going
do you mind
and do you care
that you will die
do you despair
and do you allow
for what you are choking
do you know
just what you do
the fickle snow
it's cuz of you

(chorus)
waiter
I need my change I need it now sooner not
later
it may seem strange but have you seen the paper
maybe it's victory
maybe it's history
maybe it's you

the scuds drop down like butterflies
they're loved and round and very wise
they're just like you and me
as they tend
their incandescent need for a friend

where are they now
where are they headed
do they see
the little ones
and do they flee
or do they run
and do they feel proud
as they are embedded
do they ask
or do they tell
to mask the fact
they're going to hell

(chorus)
waiter
I need my change I need it now sooner not
later
it may seem strange but have you seen the paper
maybe it's erotic
maybe it's despotic
maybe it's you

waiter
I need my change I need it now sooner not
later
it may seem strange but have you seen the paper
maybe it's victory
maybe it's history
maybe it's you
nothin could be finer than to be in Carolina in the mornin

my cat died and I quickly poured myself some gin
did she die from old age or was it for my sins
god I loved her oh so much
miss her little kitty touch
does she miss me does she care
oh I miss her kitty stare
do you have a little time
would you like to ease my mind
talk for hours and never stop
chop your head off
be a lighter person
brighter person nicer
but you've heard it all before

(chorus)
so ding dong
there's the doorbell hello man in white
he's gonna make you all well
getcha through the night
but hey now
you don't feel better
as you take your fresh bromide
maybe this man of letters lied

let me tell you 'bout a dream I had the other night
you were in it boy you sure gave me a super fright
I was walking down the street
downtown by the DMV
you popped out behind a door
it was odd you were on all fours
do you have some time to spare
you were barking at a bear
it said hey you'd better stop
chop your head off
be a lighter person
brighter person
nicer
but you've heard it all before

(chorus)
so ding dong
there's the doorbell
hello man in red
he's gonna make you all well
getcha into bed
but hey now
you don't feel better
as you wake and slowly rise
maybe this smooth jet-setter lied

(instrumental break)

stick around one minute more
I'm smarter than you think
do I sound like an old bore
oh man it's just the drink
I didn't always hit the gin
there were times when I fit in
they'll never know how much I tried
did I tell you my cat died
do you have a little time
would you like to feel sublime
run away and never stop
chop your head off
be a lighter person
brighter person
nicer
but you've heard it all before

(chorus)
so ding dong
there's the doorbell
hello man in black
he's gonna make you all well
there's no going back
but hey now you don't feel better
as you drift off in the tide
maybe this jack the ripper lied
and you died

There's a rich boy
but he doesn't spend
he just drinks his Poland Spring
he's a quick boy walkin' round the bend
or at home alone reading
and he wants to do good
and he wants to do right
so he does what he should
but he's got to subscribe
to the rules of the tribe
now you're
playin' for the team
everybody loves to love a winner
and you're bustin' the beguine
everybody knows you're no beginner
but ah the bums say oh
things ain't what they seem

you're the respectable member of society
but you don't have nothin' on me
you gotcha east side certified pedigree
but you won't have nothin' you'll see
because I warned you
they would scorn you
but you never did a thing

when you go in for the kill
everybody wants to make it happen
and you make a hundred mil
everybody wants to scratch your back then
but ah the freaks say oh
things ain't what they seem

you're a respectable member of society
but you don't have nothin' on me
you gotcha uppercrust dinner tux sanctimony
but you won't have nothin' you'll see
because I told you
they would mold you
but you never did a thing

are you gonna tell
are you gonna hide
are you
gonna join the crowd or split
who are you payin'
ah what are you sayin'
are you gonna sell
are you gonna buy
are you gonna fizzle out or hit
where are you layin'
ah what are you sayin'

he's a grown man
and he wears a tie
and his laugh is hard and fast
he's a old man
far before his time
and his jacket holds a flask
and he tried to do good
and he tried
to do right
so he did what he could
but he had to subscribe
to the rules of the tribe

now you're lookin' for a queen
everybody talks too much and argues
and it makes you wanna scream
don't these little punks
realize who they're talkin' to
but ah the scrubs say oh
things ain't what they seem

you're a respectable member of society
but you don't have nothin' on me
you gotcha caterers and prada and your maitre'd
but you won't have nothin' you'll see
because I warned you
they would burn you
but you never did a thing
you're the respectable members of society
but you don't have nothin on me
you're the respectable members of society
you're so respectable
you're the respectable members of
you're so respectable