Top Songs By Geese
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Brian Gerrard
Songwriter
Lyrics
A quartet holding court on the forecourt
A shot set for the cause it's a poor sport
Short money poured forth from the forthright
All-night runners grinning wide with their jaws tight
Whaddya say? Do us a solid and belt this one
When you're stumbling home
I can surely say I've been immortal since the day I was born
More thoughts from the Pound-Shop Balzac
A door-tap from the chaps with the black sacks
Call-signs make the phone-tappers macerate
War-torn prophet with the Bonecracker Acetates
Yeah! I can share I've got a couple to spare
For anyone in the building
It's only fair We're only here cuz you're over there
For all the other folks at the shindig
Gary Indiana was the mayor of Gary Indiana
We do what we can because we must
In this massive continuity of ducks
I'll be the fella at the bar just…
Yelling for Stella like I'm Brando in Streetcar
It's a senseless adventure It's outright offensive man
Gary Indiana was the mayor of Gary Indiana
We do what we can because we must
In this massive continuity of ducks
I'll be the fella at the bar just…
Yelling for Stella like I'm Brando in Streetcar
It's a senseless adventure it's outright offensive man
All aboard for the sensitive and serious
Last call for the pensive and delirious
Final boarding for the bored and the horny
The Philosophical Tourists
The Negotiable Purists
There's so much to say
In spite of everything in books on your shelf
And we're here to stay
We never seem to get invited anywhere else
And still Gary Indiana was the mayor of Gary Indiana
We do what we can because we must
In this massive continuity of ducks
I'll be the fella at the bar just…
Yelling for Stella like I'm Brando in Streetcar
It's a senseless adventure where's your sense of adventure man?
Written by: Matthew Brian Gerrard