Cousin Chris - The Fiery Furnaces

Back the bus he cussed «Space suits!

Blackened boots!

Lad, little Lad,» he sad, «I've a tip for you:

See, what about me: what about her?

What about me?»

For five dollars I walked him to his Mom’s

And on the threshold he said straight and calm

«See what about me: what about her?

What about me?»

Can’t kiss cousin Chris could knight, turn off the light

With what why’s we wave.

What wish?

It came true

See, what about me.

What about her?

What about me

T’ord ta tippy top Tommy tongue-tied talked

Tricked Trish tra trance which church chit-chat

Nana nots no know, so down the firehouse we go

Fireman Frank friendly fed fee-free

Dank dusty doughnuts den da dribble drank

Driven droopy drunken;

in Clinton lake we’ve sunk in

So Tomy, look here what you did:

Barnacle Bill’s bound bonus bid

My mommy must a made up my mind

Many months me for Mandy Miller resigned

Right raise rank rise rust;

and how she ever fussed!

About that out-lout doubt-route scout;

Seems he liked someone better than her

Oh!

Tommy Trish and Frank

You can talk me to the bank

So I can bring a little extra today

Prop prince prize proof prize-proof, pry pray

When the word of your ward was the sword by your side

And you dug up the deed in the dump where he died

You seemed beside yourself;

you’re wandering all your wealth

‘While the warp and the woof of your words were worked

By perpetually pushing spirits and beers

Cause the coffin the cradle the curse

Were woven even worse

Since the ‘sary sends signs out the fire to whom it may concern:

Cause the coffin is for me cause I have nothing to do with it;

And the cradle is for me cause the old dragon attacked me in it;

And the purse is for me because I don’t have money nor friends