I Hear They Smoke The Barbecue - Pere Ubu

I lie awake

I was waiting for the clouds to break

No doubt you’ve heard

About the door in through the Northern Pole

It’s hard to believe

Are there people living underneath?

I hear they live on fruit and air

I hear they love ole Yogi Bear

I hear they’re good at parking cars

I hear they want to be like we are

They’ll move next door

They’ll be a part of th neighborhood

As sad as we are

Th company must love the misery

Now we’re on the darkside of forever

I fear them hard times are beginning for real

I hear their sky is pink all day

I hear they love ole Yogi Bear

I hear they sneak around at night

I hear they want to be like we are

We stay up late

Waiting for the clouds to break

Through the barbecue smoke

Men from Mars?

It’s no joke

We’re not alone

Eager eyes watch the sky

My new buddies and me

We say Misery must love company

Now we’re on the darkside of forever

I hear them hard times are beginning for real

I lie awake waiting for the clouds to break