Gumby - Aimee Mann

Gumby, I just can’t do anything

Can’t do anything right

Don’t ask me

If I’ll help when helping you

Just means someone to fight

It’s so hard putting on your clothes

You don’t even move to cover your skin

Why move, moving is how things begin

The front yard taken by the crows

Blackguards with their shiny pieces of tin

So much fury

You bury it in

Gumby, we should call your daughter

Please, call your daughter again

You must see

Things are getting harder and

Getting more out of hand

Dude, you’re not even that old

How bad must it be to be bad as this

All day, filling a bottomless pit

All these trinkets bought and sold

All tokens you’ve thrown down to the abyss

There’s a bottom that you’ll never hit

And I don’t know just how you explain this

To a kid with nowhere to live

Tell her that the father she has means well

But just has nothing to give

Gumby…

You should call your daughter again

Don’t call me…

Call your daughter