Super Bon Bon - Soul Coughing, Propellerheads

Move aside

and let the man go through.

Let the man go through.

If I stole

Somebody else’s wave

To fly up.

If I rose

Up with the avenue

Behind me.

Some kind of verb.

Some kind of moving thing.

Something unseen.

Some hand is motioning

to rise, to rise, to rise.

Too fat, fat you must cut lean.

You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine,

Chump change, and it’s on, super bon bon

Super bon bon, Super bon bon.

And by The phone

I live

In fear

Sheer chance

Will draw

You in To here.