Music and Lyrics by Kobi LaCroix
Mister corkscrew, thought I warned you
Keep your business out of my nose
Else I claim my territory in your Cheerios
A little shower on your pity parade
'Cause I'm a pyro puppy full of nitrous gas
Singin' howdy-do America, we love your ass
Oh say, can you see?
You're movin' too slow
Coyotes don't disco
You coulda shimmered in the sun's corona, take the world home
But no
You left the cake in the oven too long
Now the house is burning to the ground
Everybody get yourselves out
Thursday is your birthday
So strap a hat to your comatose skull
And we'll spin operatics like wild animals
We'll never see sobriety ever again
And if the melody's flung too high to be sung
You can imitate the drum kit with your tongue
(Computer Disabled)
You're movin' too slow
Coyotes don't disco
You coulda burned a little redder, learned a little head control
But no
You let your mind and your body go south
You let your foot travel into your mouth
Everybody knows who's to blame
You're movin' too slow
Coyotes don't disco
You coulda been a little stranger, babe, you coulda changed the show
But no
You fell in love with the opposite wing
You ended up with the very same thing
Everybody just lost the game
Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 License