Song parody of
Apartment Song
by The Tragically Hip
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Illuminate the obvious
It's standing right here in front of us
What our apartment does
When we're not around
Does not concern us
Simulate the obvious
Standing, standing right here in front of us
Just what our apartment does
When we're not around
Does not concern us
She's the horrible esthete
And she hates her ugly feet
At a place where her friends all meet
She takes her shoes off and
Invites everyone to see
Eliminate the obvious
And it's standing right here
Right here in front of us
Just what our apartment does
When we're not around
Does not concern us
She's the horrible esthete
At a place where her friends all meet
While her clock enforces its conceit
And her mirror checks out other things
And her walls stand a little more at ease
And her books they chat so expertly
And her cups and saucers get some sleep
And things get all together neat
At the clicking of the key
Returns the horrible esthete
Illuminate the obvious
It's standing right here in front of us
What our apartment does
When we're not around
Does not concern us
Simulate the obvious
Standing, standing right here in front of us
Just what our apartment does
When we're not around
Does not concern us
She's the horrible esthete
And she hates her ugly feet
At a place where her friends all meet
She takes her shoes off and
Invites everyone to see
Eliminate the obvious
And it's standing right here
Right here in front of us
Just what our apartment does
When we're not around
Does not concern us
She's the horrible esthete
At a place where her friends all meet
While her clock enforces its conceit
And her mirror checks out other things
And her walls stand a little more at ease
And her books they chat so expertly
And her cups and saucers get some sleep
And things get all together neat
At the clicking of the key
Returns the horrible esthete
