Apology

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APOLOGY
New Songs: 1998-2000
Over 60 minutes of live, new Uncle Bonsai songs!

Uncle Bonsai - Yellow Tail 10017
Song Lyrics

On August 4th, 1998, Uncle Bonsai reformed for the first time in almost 10 years, to perform at the "Doug" concert in Seattle. The first half of this concert, also featuring Electric Bonsai Band and Mel Cooleys, was 13 songs about a buy named Doug. However, after the break, Uncle Bonsai came on stage to perform a set of favorites; the response was overwhelming and the group enjoyed themselves so thoroughly, plans were set in motion to perform again in 1999.

On May of 1999, Uncle Bonsai got together to perform a full show for the first time in 10 years. In honor of the occasion, the group wrote and arranged 12 new songs. Later that year, the group got together again for a pair of concerts and, once again, introduced a number of new songs.

With the exception of "I Love You, I Love You, I Love You, I Love You, I Love You, I Love You, I'm Trying To Read," an obscure song from the 1980's, the songs on this CD were written between 1998 and 2000 for the Uncle Bonsai reunion.

The group continues to perform, once or twice annually, and continues to write new material. Perhaps another CD is on the way?

SONG LYRICS

20th Century Man
The Reunion Song
I Love You, I Love You, I Love You, I Love You
  I Love You, I Love You, I'm Trying To Read
The Letter
Just One Angel
Doug's Divorce: Part Two
You Call That A Hat?
I Awoke In Iowa
Doug's Birthday Song
The Iowa Apology Song
I Owe You An Apology
Mother To Mother
Doug and the TV
Mr. Nice
Where's The Milk

^20th Century Man

Kicking and screaming
I was pulled through the wire
I was dragged through the wire
Like a rat on a hook
I was moused, I was modemed
I was bitted and byted
I was rammed, I was rommed
But I never partook
I don't need all the news fit to print at a private address
Anything worthwhile will find its way into the press

Heart in my stomach
I was waiting and waiting
I was constantly waiting
For the contents to list
I was cookied and counted
I was tracked, I was trampled
I was chatted and chided
For the calls that I missed

I belong to the party lines, rotary dials
When person to person meant shaking a hand
I can talk to my friends on a string and a can
I'm a 20th century man

Clicking and clicking
I was drawn to the channels
I was pulled to the channels
Like a rat in a maze
I was tunered and timered
I was played and rewinded
I was programmed and primered
For the local arrays
As I stared at the clock there was nothing I wanted to see
As I turned to the box I knew it would be flashing at me

Constantly clicking
I was pressing on buttons
I was pushing the buttons
As I read the display
I was surveyed and sought
I was cornered and caught
I was brought down and bought
For just pennies a day

I belong to a solid oak 19 inch console
With buttons and dials I turn with my hand
I belong to the networks, all perfectly bland
I'm a 20th century man, a 20th century man

Real lemonade,
That's right, real lemonade
And a spot in the shade
That would be nice
Nothing that beeps
No more buzzes or beeps
Nobody leaps
For some wireless device
Maybe a record, we could listen to records
I would still buy a record for a reasonable price
Nothing to do but sit talking to you
With a Ballantine brew and a big block of ice

Hoping and praying
I was stuck to the message
I was tuned to the message
Like a rat on a wheel
I was held, I was handled
I was processed and promised
I was traded and transferred
I was shuffled and spieled
I was Kennied and Carlosed
And Beatled and Breaded
One hundred, one stringed
For some fabulous deal

I belong to the Caldors, the Woolworths, Korvettes
I belong with the products you hold in your hand
I belong to the places with aisles to scan
I'm a 20th century man
I belong to the Kreskes, to Kresges and Kress
I belong to a shopping cart filled by my hand
If a 7-11 can't, nobody can
I'm a 20th century man, a 20th century man

 
^The Reunion Song

I didn't like you then
I didn't like you later
Come to think of it
I do not like you now
You said you were my friend
So why can't I remember
Anything but misery
When you would come around

I see you've got a drink
I see you've got a name tag
I see you've got an escort
That must have really cost
You say you really missed me
So why don't I believe you
I'm still stuck remembering
All the love not lost

Look at all the women that you never got to meet
Look at all the plastic on display
Look at all those athletes, so heavy on their feet
Look, there goes another bad cliché

I saw you in the lobby
I saw you check the mirror
I watched you pull your stomach in
That was really great
You look like you've been waiting
For this night to come forever
The letter sweater suits you
You're such a fashion plate

Tell me, don't you think it's kind of strange
The more things change, the more they stay the same
25 years later and they still misspell my name
I'm so glad I came

I know you had a dream
I know that dream has faded
I know that you've been holding on
To all you used to be
But we all make mistakes
Mistakes can last forever
Forever is the kind of thing
You get for hurting me

Tell me, don't you think it's kind of strange
The more things change, the more they stay the same
Men will come and men will go, I still have you to blame
I'm so glad I came

Look at all the women that you never got to kiss
Look at how their luck has never left them
Look at how bad choices that you made back then persist
Look at how those nights together all come down to this

I didn't say hello
I didn't reminisce
I didn't come to gloat about
Our lives and our careers
I really should be going
I saw the few I missed
I promise I will hate you
For another 20 years

Tell me, don't you think it's kind of strange
The more things change, the more they stay the same
All your best behind you, now isn't that a shame
I'm so glad I came
Nothing comes in handy like a little bit of fame
I'm so glad I came

 
^I Love You, I Love You, I Love You, I Love You,
I Love You, I Love You, I'm Trying To Read

Love is
Love is talking
Love is talking like a human being

I could stand the silence if it had some meaning
I could take the violence if it added spark
If these fits of caring weren't so demeaning
I could stand you staring in the dark
I can feel you staring in the dark

Love
Love is
Love is smiling
Love is smiling when the punch is low

I could stand the pressure if you didn't need me
I could take the pleasure with a grain of salt
I would lose the anger if you didn't feed me
With the constant pangs of fear and fault

I love you, I love you
I love you, no really
I love you, please trust me
Must we keep repeating
I love you, I love you
Just call my machine
In between when you see me
And when you've been seen
'cause I love you, I love you,
I love you, I love you, I love you,
I love you, I love you, I love you

Love
Love is
Love is hoping that the door won't slam

I could stand the flowers if the thorns would stick me
I could stay for hours if you'd let me bleed
I could bring you closer if you'd show some hunger
You're just so much younger than I need

I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you
I said it, I love you, I'm trying to read
I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you
I'd love you to stay and I'd love you to leave

Oh, he's so sensitive
He's so sensitive
He's so sensitive
That's what the other girls say
You can see in his eyes
That there's love in his eyes
So I look in your eyes
And the love's in the way

I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you
I love you
It can't be more clear
Yes, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you
I'd love you much better
If you weren't here

I could stand the chanting if I spoke the language
I could take the ranting if the time was right
I'd be sympathizing with your cries of anguish
If you'd only sleep at home to night

Oh, he's so sensitive
He's so sensitive
He's so sensitive
That's what the other girls say
You can see in his eyes
That there's love in his eyes
So I look in your eyes
And the love's in the way

I love you, I love you
You heard me, I love you
I love you, I said it
I'll say it again and
Again and again
And I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you
Now when will this end

'Cause I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you

 
^The Letter

Judy has a tryout with the pep squad
I've been pulling strings all afternoon
She's following in footsteps
That were following in footsteps
I don't believe this day can end too soon

Billy has been fighting with the neighbors
Barry says it's boys just being boys
It's really not a crime
But I wish I had a dime
For every little thing that he destroys

Did you move again, I think you moved again
You must've moved again, the other notes I sent you were returned
And I couldn't find your number
No one has your newest number
It's no wonder every one is so concerned

Every Tuesday morning I go running
Barry says he thinks it's really cute
I wish he'd pay attention
'cause I don't have to mention
That I'm the one who sees that birthday suit

Did you hear the sordid details, all the really sordid details
Why the Millers and the Myers got divorced
Seems that there's no way of knowing
Through the comings and the goings
Just which progeny came flowing from which source

There's a barbecue at everybody's house tonight
There are people who would love to see your smile
There's a never ending flame
And there's a burger with your name
And we all hope that you can make it for a while

Mr. Keene retired from the classroom
He was really old when we were only five
They gave him a gold watch
But the way he smelled of Scotch
It's amazing that that guy is still alive

And everybody's talking 'bout the paper
Barry doesn't even want it in the shop
They raised the price five cents
Which seems a little dense
Since Garfield is no longer right on top

There's a chance to get together with the gang tonight
There are folks you haven't seen and never call
There's one store that's open late
And there's name tag by your plate
And we all hope that you can make it after all

Has it really been so long since we were sitting at that place
Do you remember what's his face and what's her name
And how about the family, I wonder 'bout your fam'ly
For the most part aren't families all the same
And I hope this letter finds you least as happy as I am
I've got more happiness than I could ever use
And I hope that you'll forgive me, I've been really really busy
And a form letter's the only way to cover all the news

There is someone doing something somewhere close tonight
There are faces that have never gone away
There are photos we can take
And there are memories at stake
And we all hope that you can make it back this way
There are pictures in a book
So we'll remember how you look
And we all hope that we can meet again some day

 
^Doug's Divorce: Part Two

Do you like to pull the band-aid quick or slow?
Do you like to be the first or last to know?
Is there someone you could phone
So you won't be here alone
As you learn about the future blow by blow

Did you ever have the feeling something's died?
Did you ever notice nothing left inside?
If I told you I was spent
Would you wonder what it meant
As we wandered through the silence side by side

I could never tell what you were thinking
Maybe if we talked a little less and listened more
Every day that past I felt us sinking
Deeper than I ever sank before

I'll be coming in the morning for my life
And I hope that you'll forgive the twisted knife
But when it comes right down to it
We just never really fit
And I wish you better luck with your next wife

You're a lovely boy, Doug
Such a lovely boy
There's a lovely girl out there still waiting
You deserve some joy, Doug
You deserve some joy
You're lovely boy, Doug
You're a lovely boy

Have you ever simply lost your appetite
Or thought of never coming home one night
That would really end it well
It's a story you could sell
And you could finally tell your mother she was right

You're a lovely boy, Doug
Such a lovely boy
There's a lovely girl on the horizon
There's a world to join, Doug
There's a world to join
You're lovely boy, Doug
You're a lovely boy

There is nothing I can say to ease the burden
I was never one for crocodile tears
I will leave you everything to store your hurt in
And I'll give you alimony for at least a couple years

You're a lovely boy, Doug
Such a lovely boy
I was not as lovely as you needed
And I filled the void, Doug
I just filled the void
You're lovely boy, Doug
You're a lovely boy

Do you like to pull the band-aid quick or slow?
Do you like to be the first or last to know?
You were such a gentle touch
And you gave away so much
I never thought about the undertow
But I always knew I'd be the first to go

 
^Just One Angel

Every Sunday God wakes up to everybody's problems
All those voices asking for forgiveness
Half asleep he waves his hand to quickly mass absolve them
Wondering why he constantly relives this
I don't want to take that time away
From someone who might really need
A sign from God that day

Angel Michael on his knees
Trying to find the time to help us
I don't need such expertise
I could never be that selfish
Isn't there a minor angel
Not an angel one might miss
I can talk to, I can turn to
There to handle this

Sunday morning in the choir
I'm the one who's singing off key
By my bedside in the darkness
I will say my prayers so softly
Isn't there a lonely angel
Not an angel fully booked
I can call on, I can sing to
Someone overlooked

Just one angel
Just one angel
Angel only I can see
Just one angel
Just one angel
Watching over me

Sometimes when my heart is full
It makes me feel a bit frenetic
Fallen angel takes the bullet
Wouldn't that be so poetic
Isn't there a private angel
Unremembered, underused
Second angel, No one's angel
Someone God excused

Just one angel
Just one angel
Angel only I can see
Just one angel
Just one angel
Watching over me

All those days and nights
God slaved to give us creature comforts
Why would we have free will
If he thought we'd always call
Maybe it's a lack of sleep
That keeps him feeling vengeful
Maybe he'd be sweet and soft
If he could have his Sundays off

Just one angel
Just one angel
Angel only I can see
Just one angel
Just one angel
Watching over me

 
^You Call That A Hat

Do you seek some sort of shelter
Do you feel left all alone
Has the rain torn you asunder
Have you strayed too far from home
Is that catching all the crumbling
From the buildings up above
Are you putting all your eggs
Into the one thing that you love

Have you found the better bargain
Do you have such fashion flare
Have you fallen in with strangers
Who don't care the way I care
Is that something you believe in
Settled in and screwed on tight
Did you have to steal the courage
Just to wear it out at night

Is this a pick-me-up or put-you-down for all the simple folk
Is that a starting point, a calling card, a riddle or a joke
Is that what you've come up with, I'm not so sure about that
Do you call that a hat

Do you look to flaunt your freedom
Is that really what you meant
Was it free there for the taking
It's worth every single cent
Will it keep you from the windstorm
Will it shade you from the sun
Will it save you from your troubles
When the day is finally done

Is that a question or an answer or a statement or a fact
Is that an accident, an attitude, a fashionist attack
Are you happy under cover, how's the echo under that
Do you call that a hat

I've always been your true advisor
Did someone tell you that I lied
Who are these ones who came between us
That brought you to the darker side
You have always been the seeker
I have been your second skin
How did I become the pupil
On the outside looking in

Is that a movement or a mix-up or a momentary lapse
Is that a crises, a condition, philosophical collapse
Is that a new tradition, I see nothing wrong with that
Or is it just a hat

 

^I Awoke In Iowa

Life passing by
Staring up at the sky
In a corn field as high
As an elephant's eye
Though I don't know why
An elephant might be in Iowa

I don't recall
Ever feeling this small
Eye on the ball
As it slows to a crawl
Surrounded by all
Of this merciless sprawl they call Iowa

Here's to the plow
Here's to the plowers
Here's to the quilting
For hours and hours
Here's to the tractors
The children can drive
Here's to the churches
That keep us alive.........

How does it feel
Standing out in a field
With the women who kneel
At the thought of chenille
I'm nothing but veal
And I'm hardly a meal here in Iowa

There's Mrs. Mullins
And Mrs. Brown's rooster
There's Mrs. Billington
Bradford and Brewster
The Fullers and Fishers
Are worried 'bout frost
There's Mrs. Rosenberg
She must be lost

Now, I fell asleep to the sounds of the subway
The pizzas and pretzels and cabbies and crime
I fell asleep to the glow of excess
Of a greater Grand Central, a good Guggenheim
I fell asleep in the land of the famous
Ain't that Jerry Seinfeld, Ain't that Robin Byrd
But I opened my eyes and my ears to the strangest
Most deafening silence that I've ever heard
'Cause when I awoke
When I awoke
I awoke in Iowa

It's hard to ignore
The God at the core
While pacing the floor
Of the general store
Who could be bored
Touring this vortex called Iowa

Here's to the pious
Here's to their pity
Here's to the wonders
Of Iowa City
Here's to the prayer group
That everyone joins
Here's to the skyscraping
Sights of Des Moines

Now, I fell asleep in the city of angels
With buildings that buckle, and sidewalks that burn
I fell asleep to the trail of exhaust
And fabulous people where ever you turn
I fell asleep in the land of the large
Angelika above me and stars left and right
Then I opened my eyes to an infinite number
Of stars that have kept me awake half the night
'Cause when I awoke
When I awoke
I awoke in Iowa

Somebody pinch me 'cause I must be dreaming
How can one survive with so massive a dose
All of the bushytailed locals are beaming
If this isn't heaven it's awfully close
Of all of the places that made an impression
Always an hor d'oevres and never a feast
Here in the heartland the heart learns its lesson
If those were the lessor, than this is the least

Now, I fell asleep to the mochas and lattes
The coffees and cafes, the beggers and books
I fell asleep to the traffic and taxes
And stadiums every which way that you look
I fell asleep in the land of the outsider
Isn't that Boonie* who's ready to leave
Then I opened my eyes to the shock of the sun and
A cultural wasteland you wouldn't believe
'Cause when I awoke
When I awoke
I awoke in Iowa

 *was "Junior" when written in 1999;
Changed to A-Rod the following year;
Changed to Edgar the following year



^Doug's Birthday Song

The doctor slapped the baby
So the mother slapped him back
No one's gonna treat her boy that way
No one really thought about
How mother might react
Proud to put her instinct on display
She's slapped a few more doctor's since that day

And he shall be
And he shall be
And he shall be

The doctors and the nurses
Couldn't bear to watch the pain
They tried to stay outside the battle zone
Sixty seven hours
She spent waging that campaign
Pushing through the spasms on her own
And she sure as hell will use it when he's grown

And he shall be
And he shall be
And he shall be
He Shall Be....

(Doug) One perfect little egg
(Doug) Grows perfect little legs
(Doug) Turns into something that's a perfect little swimmer
(Doug) One night of perfect love
(Doug) One night was just enough
(Doug) If she could just not shove, she'd love to keep him in her

The father sat beside her
Wondering how much she could take
But knew to keep his body out of range
Three days of breathing
Trying hard to stay awake
This was not a pattern he could change
And no one enjoyed watching the exchange

And he shall be
He Shall Be....

(Doug) Ten perfect little toes
(Doug) One perfect little nose
(Doug) Forgive the purple prose, they couldn't have foreseen this
(Doug) Four perfect little limbs
(Doug) Three perfect little chins
(Doug) Two perfect earlobes, and a perfect little penis

Put aside the hand me downs
Find the purest cotton
Nothing but the best
Will ever touch this baby's bottom
This could be the greatest child
Ever to be born
Never mind the baby bonnet
Where's the crown of thorns

(Doug) Is this the second son
(Doug) Born now for everyone
(Doug) Most people can not tell one baby from another
(Doug) Or just another youth
(Doug) To suckle, burp and poop
(Doug) Is this a child who might never leave his mother

The doctor slapped the baby
So the mother slapped him back
This was not a mom to be ignored
No one really saw it
As a personal attack
But this was not a lapse they could afford
And someday soon they hope she'll cut the cord

And he shall be
And he shall be
And he shall be

 
^The Iowa Apology Song

Ames has got the Hilton Coliseum
Cedar Rapids has an art museum
The Blank Park Zoo is full
Of friendly animals
I doesn't cost a lot to go and see 'em

Herbert Hoover came from Iowa
John Wayne also came from Iowa
A giant sign in Corning
Says Carson comes from Corning
He helped them build a brand new cinema

Oh Gopher, made his way to Congress
Gopher seemed so honest
Gopher really cared
Don't you know that
Gopher, spurned the Hollywood Hills
Now he works for Goodwill
He's a millionaire

West Bend has a rich and varied past
The Grotto and Sod House are unsurpassed
If you go to Johnston you'll
Find the Camp Dodge swimming pool
And you can see it as you motor past
Next time through I'll stop for more than gas

 
^I Owe You An Apology
(link to MP3 file)

I knew a boy who said that happiness was lethal
I think I might have spoke of him before
I used every word I knew to say that, all things being equal
We are really not so different at the core
Piling on the syllables just trying to find some new twist
Sometimes more is more, sometimes it's less
All those minutes wasted finding words to rhyme with hubris
That's a lot of baggage, I confess

Suzy has a baby and another on the way
Charlie still makes sandwiches, I heard he might be gay
Johnny is successful, at everything he does
Doug is still a never was

I knew a girl who thought that every man was evil
I'm sure I've sung about that once or twice
I could have told you more but I was never fond of sequels
Maybe I should take my own advice
Happily ever after seemed so ripe for exploitation
Looking back it seems a little cold
After what I'd have to call a really long vacation
Somehow I have softened, so I'm told

I apologize for speaking out of turn
And for all the bridges that I might have burned
If I made any kind of impact, that wasn't meant to be
I owe you an apology

I knew a girl who said no love would ever fill her
I guess that she was lonely for a while
But you can sing about diseases, you can sing about a killer
Just as long as you can sing it with a smile

K-Mart isn't Kmart now, it's just a Giant K
Love Boat is in dry dock, may it sail another day
Olivia Newton John is still a very peppy girl
I have been to Disney World

I appreciate the kindness and concern
It would take too long to tell you what I've learned
All I really wanted was this opportunity
I owe you an apology

You know that it doesn't take a genius
To make your living singing 'bout a penis
There is nothing like shameless merchandizing
And I'll say I'm sorry when I'm through apologizing

More than the success for which I've yearned
I wish I earned a lot more than I earned
But that's not why I brought you here, although it isn't free
I owe you an apology
I'll apologize again if that is what you want from me
I owe you an apology

I knew a boy who said that happiness was lethal
I think I might have spoke of him before

 
^Mother to Mother

From her father
To my father
Without any time to breathe
From her mother
To a mother
Almost nothing in between
From her mother
To a mother
She could never be that strong
From a mother
To a daughter
All that silence passed along

From a mother
To a daughter
All that history held inside
From a daughter
To a mother
I was never on your side
From a daughter
To a mother
These were choices I could make
From a mother
To a daughter
I won't make the same mistakes

Mother to mother
Mother to daughter
Daughter to mother
Mother to daughter

From her father
To my father
From her mother
To a mother
From a mother
To a daughter
I could see it in your face
From a daughter
To a mother
You will always have a place

 
^Doug's Divorce: Preamble (Doug and the TV: Part Two)

If I could buy you a remote for your remote, dear
Maybe you would show some signs of life
And float the slightest smile in my direction
From somewhere in the pale blue TV light
'Cause I left a little something in the kitchen
And you said you'd pick up something from the store
But if you moved an inch since I left here this morning
That's an inch more than you moved the day before

I remember when we made our love connection
And I thought somehow that we could make a deal
We could spend a little time with Mother Nature
Then we could spend a little time with Ron Popeil
And I tried to see beyond the Ponderosa
But I couldn't change the way it made me feel
'Cause the jokes on Mama's Family aren't funny
And the fights on Jerry Springer aren't real

But I know that you'll be happy
Yes, I know that you'll be happy
With the Hogans, the Hakawi and Hank Hill
Yes, I know that you'll be happy
With the world of lifelike color
And I envy you the time you found to kill

If I thought there was a chance of good reception
I would try to think of something else to do
But the stuff that's between me and that antenna
Would take more than a Ginzu to cut through
'Cause I could stand here in my birthday suit for hours
And I'm pretty sure that you would never see
But if I stood that way in front of the camcorder
I know that you would watch me on TV

And I know that you'll be happy
Yes, I know that you'll be happy
With your cylons and your vorlons and your trill
Yes, I know that you'll be happy
With the satellites and cables
And a little extra network time to fill

And so I'm coming to you now without commercials
In the only way to play this final scene
'Cause the one time that you'll ever see this program
Will be here on tape delay on your big screen

If I could buy you a remote for your remote, dear
Maybe you would show some signs of life
And float the slightest smile in my direction
From somewhere in the pale blue TV light
'Cause I understand the need for television
I like PBS and CNN
But Gilligan will never leave that Island
And Lassie won't be coming home again

And I know that you'll be happy
Yes, I know that you'll be happy
With your sisters Wendy, Landers, and Bertrille
Yes, I know that you'll be happy
With the world of motion pictures
Just as sure as you'll be happy standing still

 
^Mr. Nice

Who's that you've got on your arm
Isn't that Mr. Nice
Did he open the door
Did he pull out the chair
Did he let you decide
Where you wanted to eat
Did he pick up the check

Did he kiss you goodnight
Did he just shake your hand
Mr. Nice always does
What's the best thing for you
And he'll never intrude
Where he isn't invited
He says it's a sign of respect

Everything's wonderful
Isn't it wonderful
Wonder of wonders
That's him to a T
Mr. Nice loves you so
Mr. Nice lets you know
Mr. Nice is as nice as can be

Wasn't that Mr. Nice
Buying you clothes
Did he pick out that dress
Did he patiently wait
While you tried it all on
Did he help you decide
Between pumps or highest of heels

Did he draw you a bath
While averting his eyes
Did he serve you some tea
Did he heat up the towels
Mr. Nice always tells
The most humorous jokes
He knows all the best people and deals

Everything's wonderful
Isn't it wonderful
He's so damn wonderful
It's hard to breathe
Mr. Nice is still there
Mr. Nice in your hair
Mr. Nice is as nice as can be

Maybe tonight will be different
He'll keep you out late
Or he'll say something crude
He could make an advance
He could step out of line
Even loosen his tie
It's the least he could do
Maybe he'll let down his guard
You'll discover the truth
About all of the women
He's left in his wake
That his name was a joke
He was given in jail
That would be something new

Who's that I saw by your side
Wasn't that Mr. Nice
Did you give him the boot
Did he drive you insane
Was he really that nice
Was it just a display
Did he drink to your health

Did he always defer
Did he take his sweet time
They all say Mr. Nice
Always waits for his turn
Was he none of the things
Could you give him my number
I'm willing to see for myself

Everything's wonderful
Isn't it wonderful
He's Mr. Wonderful
Don't you agree
Mr. Nice is so nice
It's worth saying it twice
Mr. Nice is as nice as can be

 
^Where's The Milk
(link to MP3 file)

I can't believe I stepped into this situation comedy
Like every stupid housewife seen on all those stupid shows
Saturday you headed out for milk then Sunday came and Monday came
And Tuesday came and then the next and so it goes
I put my life together after looking like an idiot
In front of all my family, our neighbors, and our kids
And I sat through all that therapy and blamed myself and everybody else
Before I started blaming you for what you did

And now you wander back into my life
To pick up where you left it
And pretend it didn't happen
Do I really look that dumb
And you stand there empty handed
With a smile that's ten years older
And eyes that want to show me
Just how far you've come

But tell me....
Where the hell's the milk
Where's the stupid milk
All this time gone by
You could have brought the whole damn cow
Where the hell's the milk
Where's the stupid the milk
Oh tell me where's the milk now

Every day I climbed into the car to drive to work and had to
Pass by all those groc'ry stores and markets on the way
Limping through the produce toward the dairy case and wondering
If I would see your face upon the milk cartons some day

And now you show up at the doorway
Without an explanation
Like you didn't think I'd notice
That you hadn't been around
And you stand there empty hearted
With no weight upon your shoulders
And you think I'm gonna celebrate
That you were finally found?

First tell me....
Where the hell's the milk
Where's the stupid milk
You'd think by now you would have found
A quart or two somehow
Where the hell's the milk
Where's the stupid the milk
Oh tell me where's the milk now

And now you show up like a hangnail
With no sense of indignation
And you talk about the travels
And the changes in your life
And you stand there empty headed
With no concept of contrition
Wasting your material
On someone else's wife

So tell me..
Where the hell's the milk
Where's the stupid milk
See the expiration date
Everything's gone sour
Where the hell's the milk
Where's the stupid the milk
Oh tell me where's the milk now

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