Lyrics They Might Be Giants

They Might Be Giants

Bangs

Bangs

Above your eyes your hair hangs

Blow my mind your royal flyness I dig your bangs

Bangs

To drape across your forehead

To swing concordant angles as you incline your head

Once with a girl I fell in love sometime ago now she had

Bangs

Are that on which the world hangs

I'm only holding your hand so I can look at your bangs

Bangs

Are like a pocket T-shirt

As casual as that while fully intentional

And in case you think I'm here cause I like making chit chat

Just remember what I said the money's under your hat

Bangs

Are that on which the world hangs

I'm only holding your hand so I can look at your bangs

Bangs

Above your eyes your hair hangs

Blow my mind your royal flyness I dig your bangs

Bangs

To drape across your forehead

To swing concordant angles as you incline your head

And although I like you anyway, check out your haircut

A proscenium to stage a face that needs no makeup

Bangs

Are that on which the world hangs

I'm only holding your hand so I can look at your bangs

I'm only holding your hand so I can look at your bangs