Fine How'd Ya Do - Grant Lee Buffalo

Now the troubadours are outside the court

With their gramophones and rifles

And an awful cloud is daring to pour

Such a wild scene a 3-D picture bible story

And the floats of tinsel garland are downed

Stalled for blocks on the parade route

But the majorette still twirls in the rain

And the marching band goes soaking wet

And that’s a fine how

Do ya do do ya do

That’s a fine how

Do ya do do ya do

That’s a fine how

Do ya do do ya do

That’s a fine how

See the ladies in their queen union suits

Shuffling gaily for the camera

Doing high kicks in their felt button boots

While the men puff their cigarettes from Panama

Like the baby dolls of bisque on display

In the shops of Barcelona

There’s a blankness that falls over his face

As the speaker makes his way up to the podium

Could he be so blind to sip lemonade

In such a dire time well that’s a fine

That’s a fine how

Do ya do do ya do

That’s a fine how

Do ya do do ya do

That’s a fine how

Do ya do do ya do

That’s a fine how

Do ya do do ya do

Ah ah

Holding hostage in the opium dens

That are tucked behind the alleyway

Where the corridors of Amsterdam bend

'Neath the windows where the harlots pose like mannequins

No one thinks of them on Valentines (do ya do)

There’s no chocolate box or cards to read

And that’s a fine how

Do ya do do ya do

That’s a fine how

Do ya do do ya do

That’s a fine how

Do ya do do ya do

That’s a fine how

Do ya do do ya do

That’s a fine how