Fido, Your Leash Is Too Long
You go where you don't belong
You've been digging in the rubble
Gettin' bitches in trouble
Fido, your leash is too long
Fido, your leash is too long
I don't know where I went wrong
You scare me out of my wits
When you do that Shitzhu
Fido, your leash is too long
Fido, you've gone far enough
I must have all of your love
You just run out of luck
I don't care what you fuck
Sounds lewd, but your leash is too long
The Luckiest Guy on the Lower East Side
Andy would bicycle across town in the rain to bring you candy
And John would buy the gown for you to wear to the prom
With Tom the astronomer who'd name a star for you
But I'm the luckiest guy on the Lower East Side
'Cause I've got wheels and you wanna go for a ride
Harry is the one I think you'll marry
But it's Chris that you kissed after school
Well, I'm a fool, there's no doubt
But when the sun comes out
And only when the sun comes out
I'm the luckiest guy on the Lower East Side
'Cause I've got wheels and you wanna go for a ride
The day is beautiful and so are you
My car is ugly but then I'm ugly, too
I know you'd never give me a second glance
But when the weather's nice
All the other guys don't stand a chance
I know Professor Blumen makes you feel like a woman
But when the wind is in your hair you laugh like a little girl
So you share secrets with Lou, but we've got secrets, too
Well, one: I only keep this heap for you
'Cause I'm the ugliest guy on the Lower East Side
But I've got wheels and you want to go for a ride
Wanna go for a ride?
Wanna go for a ride?
Wanna go for a ride?
And John would buy the gown for you to wear to the prom
With Tom the astronomer who'd name a star for you
But I'm the luckiest guy on the Lower East Side
'Cause I've got wheels and you wanna go for a ride
Harry is the one I think you'll marry
But it's Chris that you kissed after school
Well, I'm a fool, there's no doubt
But when the sun comes out
And only when the sun comes out
I'm the luckiest guy on the Lower East Side
'Cause I've got wheels and you wanna go for a ride
The day is beautiful and so are you
My car is ugly but then I'm ugly, too
I know you'd never give me a second glance
But when the weather's nice
All the other guys don't stand a chance
I know Professor Blumen makes you feel like a woman
But when the wind is in your hair you laugh like a little girl
So you share secrets with Lou, but we've got secrets, too
Well, one: I only keep this heap for you
'Cause I'm the ugliest guy on the Lower East Side
But I've got wheels and you want to go for a ride
Wanna go for a ride?
Wanna go for a ride?
Wanna go for a ride?
Underwear
A pretty girl in her underwear
A pretty girl in her underwear
If there's anything better in this world
Who cares
[Chorus]
La mort, c'est la mort
Mais l'amour, c'est l'amour
La mort, c'est seulement la mort
Mais l'amour, c'est l'amour
A pretty boy in his underwear
A pretty boy in his underwear
If there's a better reason to jump for joy
Who cares
[Chorus]
La mort, c'est la mort
Mais l'amour, c'est l'amour
La mort, c'est seulement la mort
Mais l'amour, c'est l'amour
La mort, c'est la mort
Mais l'amour, c'est l'amour
La mort, c'est seulement la mort
Mais l'amour, c'est l'amour
A pretty girl in her underwear
If there's anything better in this world
Who cares
[Chorus]
La mort, c'est la mort
Mais l'amour, c'est l'amour
La mort, c'est seulement la mort
Mais l'amour, c'est l'amour
A pretty boy in his underwear
A pretty boy in his underwear
If there's a better reason to jump for joy
Who cares
[Chorus]
La mort, c'est la mort
Mais l'amour, c'est l'amour
La mort, c'est seulement la mort
Mais l'amour, c'est l'amour
La mort, c'est la mort
Mais l'amour, c'est l'amour
La mort, c'est seulement la mort
Mais l'amour, c'est l'amour
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