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Lyrics for 'Concierge' by 'Corky And The Juice Pigs'
It Was A Terrible Day. My Legs Felt Like Four Pounds Of Cheese In A Two-pound Bag. I Didn't Know What To Do. My Eyes Were Bloodshot, And Actually My Legs Were Bloodshot As Well. It Was Strange,
Was Happy. I Got Into My Car. I Decided I Was Going To Leave The City. Gonna Go South, Gonna Have A Holiday.
So I Got In My Car And I Wondered Why It Wasn't Running And Then I Realized I Didn't Have Any Keys. So I Went In The House, Found My Keys, Came Back Out, Started The Car, And Drove Down The High
The Highway Shimmered Like Black Incense On The Bald Head Of A Buddhist Monk. I Drove Down The Highway And I Got To That Big City Of Miami. The Steaming, Seedy City - The City That's So Seedy, T
Ve Trees There. Well I Went Into The Nearest Hotel And I Went Up To The Door And I Said, "i'd Like A Room." Then I Realized I Was Outside And I Had To Go Inside. So I Went Inside And I
Ed Up To The Desk And I Said, "i'd Like A Room, Please."
They Said Allright, And They Gave Me A Key. Then I Turned Around, And There Waiting For Me Was The Concierge.
Concierge! (repeated Many Times)
Well He Looked At Me, Then I Looked At Him, Then He Looked Back At Me, And Then I Took A Putty Knife And I Rubbed It Against His Cheeks In A Very Provocative Way. And He Turned Around And Said,
;follow Me."
So I Followed Him Up The Stairs. I Went To My Room. He Opened The Door For Me, And Then He Hit Me In The Back Of The Head With A Big Silver Shovel. I Said, "what's That About?"
He Said, "you Get It Free With The Room." Who Was I To Argue?
And I Went In. My Whole Room Was Covered With Soap. Little Soaps, All Over The Room, Everywhere! In The Bed, On The Ceiling, Everywhere! I Said, "what's With The Soap?"
And He Says, "what, You Don't Like Soap?"
I Said, "no, I'll Take It, Thanks."
He Left The Room, And Then Gave Me A Stare That Almost Turned My Blood To Blood. Anyway, I Lay Down On The Bed, And It Was A Hot Day So I Was Tossing And Turning, And Tossing And Turning. And Th
E Soap Started To Lather Up And Lather Up! And I Was Gonna Die! I Was Gonna Suffocate! So I Called The Front Desk, And They Sent Up The Concierge!
Concierge! (repeated Many Times)
Well He Looked At Me Up And Down, And He Looked At Me Like I Was Four Pounds Of Shit In A Two- Pound Bag. And I Looked Back At Him Like He Was Four Pounds Of Shit In A Four-pound Bag. And Then H
Ked At Me Like I Was Six Pounds Of Shit In A Pound-and-a-half-bag. And I Looked At Him Like He Was 18 Kilograms Of Shit In A Thimble. And Then I Stabbed Him In The Face. And Then He Bit My Head
Nd Put It In A Bag. And That's When I Fell In Love With The Concierge.
Concierge! (repeated Many Times)
Now We Live In A Small Beach House On A Small Beach On Long Island - It's A Long, Small Island, But I Love It Well. And He Loves Me Well. And Sometimes We Take A Trip Down The Highway That's Gli
Ng Like A Buddhist Monk With Incense Ablaze, And We Think Of The Day We First Met - Me, And The Concierge.
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