Lyrics:
Maybe I'll hook up your dish washer combo dryer
But all your pipes are antique
Your water pressure's too weak
You got an attic full of dry rot
Because
sitting close together in a cozy taxi cab
Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, gab, gab, gab
Aristotle, mathematics, economics, antique chairs
angelic grace
Wearing Victoria
Passionate love with you
Hearing you, "Oh, oui oui"
Some antique jewelry from
Kenshire’s gallery
As we move, then we touch,
the Belgians and Greeks do it
Nice young men who sell antiques do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
Monkeys whenever you look do it,
Aly Khan and King
But it was obsolete before I opened the box
You say you've had your desktop for over a week? (Uh-huh)
Throw that junk away, man, it's an antique (come
sitting close together in a cozy taxi cab
Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, gab, gab, gab
Aristotle, mathematics, economics, antique chairs
the Belgians and Greeks do it
Nice young men who sell antiques do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
Monkeys whenever you look do it,
Aly Khan and King
under grandpa's old hat
Is it just too old fashioned is it just too antique
Is the question too strong or the answer too weak
Are the roses too red
But it was obsolete before I opened the box
You say you've had your desktop for over a week? (Uh-huh)
Throw that junk away, man, it's an antique (come
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin' by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never
chosen, all my shit antique
Frozen, I can't feel no heat, diamonds dancing on me
You're startin' fresh, man, you fell out of pocket
You fucked that girl
Well I was thumbing my way from Montgomery
Had my guitar on my back
When a stranger pulled up beside me, in a antique Cadillac
He was dressed like
decked out in your antique dress
while the boys all promenade
even a rock will crumble
if you strike it night and day
if hammer I must, I'm gonna get
You left me for a fella who wore a big black umbrella
He came to the sticks to buy some antiques
He was a wheeler and a dealer the woman stealer
See'est
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never
Kaw-Liga was a wooden indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there
three the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
Three the hard way, three the hard way
Your rhyme technique, it is antique
hurting now?
Who's the one that's stuck?
Who's it torturing now
With an antique knot in her stomach?
[Chorus]
I want to be big and let go
Of this
a step behind
Me and you we're not for everyone
Me and you we're damaged goods
We're antique and unacceptable
And just misunderstood
We're just freaks in
it is, we now live, in a two story house
The house is filled with rare antiques
There's marble on the floor
Beauty all around us
Like we've never seen
She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique.
Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes.
For Halloween but her
sitting close together in a cozy taxi cab
Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, gab, gab, gab
Aristotle, mathematics, economics, antique chairs
Never realized how much she brought to the table
Till I went to sit my cup of coffee where the table use to be
No cats, no bed, no heirloom antique
Kaw-Liga was a wooden indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there
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