Lyrics They Might Be Giants

They Might Be Giants

Rest Awhile

I got rid of my jackets and coats

I threw out all of my pants

I got sick of my stinkin' clothes

I had to get rid of them

I'm not yet considering replacing them

I'm only glad to be rid of them

Rest awhile

Rest awhile

I lay out in the sun too long

And burned off all of my skin

I felt so dizzy, I got into the car

And got into an accident

Out of the burning wreckage I fell

Wanting only to lay where I fell

Rest awhile

Rest awhile

Rest awhile

I became friendly with Ruy Lopez

The author of, 'Works On Chess'

Ruy said, ?You're incorrect?

He cut me off and acted mad

He won't even talk to me now

But I don't care 'cause I'm sick of that guy

And I need to rest a while

Rest a while

Rest a while

Rest a while