One Week
It's been one week since you looked at mecocked your head to the side and said I'm angry.Five days since you laughed at mesaying get that together come back and see me.Three days since the living roomI realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell youYesterday you'd forgiven mebut it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry
Hold it now and watch the hoodwinkAs I make you stop, thinkYou'll think you're looking at AquamanI summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet SwissI like the sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying panHot like wasabe when I bust rhymesBig like Leann RimesBecause I'm all about valueBert Kaempfert's got the mad hitsYou try to match witsYou try to hold me but I bust throughGonna make a break and take a fakeI'd like a stinkin achin shakeI like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavoursGotta see the show, cause then you'll knowThe vertigo is gonna growCause it's so dangerous, you'll have to sign a waiver
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're madTrying hard not to smile though I feel badI'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeralCan't understand what I mean?Well, you soon willI have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeveI have a history of taking off my shirt
It's been one week since you looked at meThrew your arms in the air and said you're crazyFive days since you tackled meI've still got the rug burns on both my kneesIt's been three days since the afternoonYou realized it's not my fault not a moment too soonYesterday you'd forgiven meAnd now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry
Chickity China the Chinese chickenYou have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'Watchin X-Files with no lights on, we're dans la maisonI hope the Smoking Man's in this oneLike Harrison Ford I'm getting FranticLike Sting I'm TantricLike Snickers, guaranteed to satisfyLike Kurasawa I make mad filmsOkay I don't make filmsBut if I did they'd have a samuraiGonna get a set of better clubsGonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so myirons aren't always flying off the back-swingGotta get in tune with Sailor MoonCause that cartoon has got the boom anime babesthat make me think the wrong thing
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're madTrying hard not to smile though I feel badI'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeralCan't understand what I mean? You soon willI have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeveI have a history of losing my shirt
It's been one week since you looked at meDropped your arms to your sides and said I'm sorryFive days since I laughed at youand said You just did just what I thought you were gonna doThree days since the living roomWe realized we're both to blame, but what could we do?Yesterday you just smiled at meCause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorryIt'll still be two days till we say we're sorryIt'll still be two days till we say we're sorryBirchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie