Froodian Slips Ahoy!

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Baby come on out, and open up your garage door,
I said hey come on out, and open up your garage door,
I just want to park my bus in there,
Don't care about its pink slips anymore,


Well I'd make you some coffee but I can't get this spoon in the jar,
Yes I'd make you some coffee but I can't get this spoon in the jar,
The kettle's boilin' over baby the
Sugar is twinklin' like the stars,


Well I tried to wrap your birthday present, I couldn't fit it in the box,
Yes I tried to wrap your birthday present, I couldn't fit it in the box,
I crawled down to the liquor store,
And left your present in dry dock,


Well I tried and I tried but this here umbrella just won't give,
Yes I tried and I tried but this here umbrella just won't give,
If you ceiling keeps on leakin' baby,
I can't keep my umbrella hid,


Well I dreamed about you Tuesday night, come Wednesday it didn't make sense,
Yes I dreamed about you Tuesday night, Wednesday it didn't make no sense,
Well I'd lie down on the couch and tell you,
But my pockets feel so tense,

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from Hearsay Is 20​/​20, released January 12, 2017
Track artwork: Wendy Sinclair

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