I would love selling out
It really doesn't sound bad
To abandon all the principles
I never really had
I can do pop radio
Or advertising jingles
Just give me five bucks
And I'll give you five singles.
A tune to hum to
Or snap your gum to
Something that will knock you in the teeth
And when you come to
You're in the bars
Trying to hit on the girls
But they tell you go to Mars
And other four-letter worlds.
I'm mostly arrogant with a touch of histrionic
A little jaded with a touch of bad taste
You write the formula, I'll think of the mnemonic
That should have been the plan in the first place.
'Cause they're going to fly my silhouette on the flagship
They're going to burn my manifesto into the sky
But when my tour is done,
I'm a convoy of one
You say there but for the grace of God go I.
I'm Kid Fingers and I'm bringing the fight downtown
The Coliseum's getting giddy for the countdown
Darling, if you're looking for kicks
Call Mia Hamm
But if you want a bag of tricks
Then here I am
I'm Kid Fingers and I'm saving it all for one point
I'm on the prowl and I work best at gunpoint
The crowds don't wake you up
But you know I can
Just stick around and we'll find the cure
For the common man.
Well you hurry about,
The kids scurry about
You've got a hundred other things
You'd rather worry about
And you need to get away
So you need a babysitter
But there's only one on eBay
And you're not the highest bidder.
You could have been a Buddhist,
A florist or a flutist,
Or you could have been a chauvinist
A tourist or a nudist
You had so much raw potential
That the neighbors got depressed
But you never left your living room
Which is probably for the best.
You've got a gift for finding subtle imperfections
You're on a mission for the perfect catcall
Those kind of appetites could take you two directions
Nowhere or straight into the retaining wall.
But they're going to fly my silhouette on the flagship
They're going to burn my manifesto into the sky
But when my tour is done,
I'm a convoy of one
You say there but for the grace of God go I.
I'm Kid Fingers and I'm bringing the fight downtown
The Coliseum's getting giddy for the countdown
Fiending for your sugar fix
Call Toucan Sam
But if you want a bag of tricks
Then here I am
I'm Kid Fingers and I'm saving it all for one point
I'm on the prowl and I work best at gunpoint
The crowds don't wake you up
But you know I can
Just stick around and we'll find the cure
For the common man.
I've got the panacea for your everyday roadblocks
The Cadillac of motivating seminars and soapbox pep talks
Your life is more than a setback
You need a guardian angel, or at least a chick with a jetpack
Now we've got history in the making
Live and late breaking
You think you're hot enough to fry this bacon
You are mistaken, (what)
Sadly mistaken
Pardon me, but this throne is already taken
I'll make a scratching post out of your derriere
I've rolled more heads than Robespierre
So beware
I'm going to wing it like a butterfly
Sting like a hell of a pointy thing
You want to bring it then bring it
I'll make your ears ring
Glass Joe
Will never take a Balboa
You know what
You think you're fast, but so what
I'm so fast they call me Fed Ex
But all I deliver is headaches
Soon you'll be squeezing fingers for the paramedics
Hi ho the derry-o
Unsinkable like a Cheerio
I'm radically emphatically fanatically in stereo
And the fight isn't over
'Til the fat lady pukes
So give the people what they want, kid
And put up your dukes
Yeah, put up your dukes, put up your dukes!
All I want for Christmas is your two front teeth
Put up your dukes, put up your dukes!
Put up your dukes, put up your dukes!
All I want for Christmas is your two front teeth
Put up your dukes, put up your dukes!
I'm Kid Fingers and I'm bringing the fight downtown
The Coliseum's getting giddy for the countdown
Hit you like a ton of bricks
And the chicks say
Hot Damn
If you want a bag of tricks, Baby, here I am
I'm Kid Fingers and I'm saving it all for one point
I'm on the prowl and I work best at gunpoint
The crowds don't wake you up
But you know I can
Just stick around and we'll find the cure
For the common man.
I'm Kid Fingers and I'm bringing the fight downtown
The Coliseum's getting giddy for the countdown
Looking for the hot licks
Throw in a Hendrix jam
But if you want a bag of tricks then here I am
I'm Kid Fingers and I'm saving it all for one point
I'm on the prowl and I work best at gunpoint
The crowds don't wake you up
But you know I can
Just stick around and we'll find the cure
For the common man.
(Jon Greenlee - drums and bass
Lauren London - additional noises)
Copyright 2003 Zach London