Lyrics Grant Lee Buffalo

Grant Lee Buffalo

My My My

Fine fine, strychnine free the mind cure the blind

Ho ho, recline to the country a-goldmines

I got it comin' out-a my ears

Fine fine, take your time, stay put in the alpines

Ho ho, Cocteau you get mixin' the moonshine

He'll teach you how to walk through mirrors

My, my, my, you're petrified

My, my, my, you're sick inside

My, my, my, you're stupefied

And I know it's like

Touche Broadway no place for a padre

No way hose ya hike back to the country

Well, those brooks are tremblin' there for you

Nix nix on the card tricks, carve your name in the candle stick

Make haste,double click, they may call you a lunatic

Oh, man, but they haven't got a clue

My, my, my, you're glorified

My, my, my, you're sick inside

My, my, my, you're certified

And I

My, my, my, you're sanctified

My, my, my, you're squinty eyed

My, my, my, my tongue is tied

But I know it's like

Delta high tide pack your bags and take a bride

Brush fires mud slides plug your ears and overt your eyes

Be still and it'll pass by you

My, my, my, you're mortified

My, my, my, you're chicken fried

My, my, my, it's a nationwide

Tonight

My, my, my, you're spirit guide

Up and fled, stole your ride

My, my, my, you're stupefied

But I, I know it's like

Fine, fine, fine, fine

Fine, fine, fine, fine

Fine, fine, fine, fine

Fine, fine, fine, fine

Fine, fine, fine, fine

Fine, fine, fine, fine