And the girls say…
And they still say…
So I took a trip
To the center of him
In a California track suit
But you fell too hard
For a little Deuce Coupe
But she ran off with a Nazi
And let's not forget that
Seafoam suit she put you in
To see the Greyhounds
Sure they run real faster
Than you ever could or will
Say goodbye to the
Fair motormaids of Japan
You may know, you're dour
You said, «we're dead, not sleeping»
The things that I would go through
To turn you back around
The laces I would trip on
Would bring on the circus crowds
The last banana hair-do
Got a laugh from the samurais
The things that I'd turn into
To turn you back to me
Again
Summer comes and Summer goes
Shells and shells and a bad girl's balm
So say goodbye to the
Fair motormaids of Japan
You may know, you're dour
You said, «we're dead, not sleeping»
The things that I would go through
To turn you back around
The planes that I have died on
Trade you for another cloud
The mountain biking posse
That brought back another man
The things that I turn into
Watch me turn
The things that I turn into
Watch me turn
The things that I turn into