AT&T by Pavement

To the funeral and My (maternal)grandma.

Maybe someones gonna save me
My heart is made of gravy
And the laps I swim from lunatics don't count
Open up your stocking
Pull out all the things you never wanted
til room service calls
Room service calls
Open up your hands and let me see the things you keep in there
I want to split up fifty-fifty
Thats the way we do it in this rogues town
I've got all the glory in the world
And I hope it doesn't floor you before you go
Room service calls
In the random falls -- go!

Whenever (x6) eve eve ever I feel fine

I'm gonna walk away
From all this, all that.
The groovy groovy kitty and little little pity
With your slipshed (? ) watch in back
And skinny skinny people don't like that
When you call on them
Spell me.
Spritzer on ice in new york city
Isn't it a pity?
You never had anything to mix with that
Listen to the tender behind the open chest in the hall
Room service calls
I'm blue & green, green and blue-oooo

Whenever (x4) ne ne ne ne never ho

I feel fi-i-ine, Ill walk the plank for you

I'll walk the plank
I wore your ? plank? for you in the d-d-d-d-dark
Of the captain (seder row? )
Jacob, jacob javitz, Id like to thank you for everything
Primarily your glass house
I'm workin' the ballin' stores &
I'm cashmir wrap sellin
Come along lads, join hands, 1. 2. 3. go! (guess, levis, guess, levis)

The story it goes and a
Distorted ghost
Distorted ghost