Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Week, artist - Barenaked Ladies. Album song Hits From Yesterday & The Day Before, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 22.09.2011
Record label: Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
One Week |
It’s been one week since you looked at me, |
cocked your head to the side and said: «I'm angry!» |
Five days since you laughed at me, saying: |
«Get that together, come back and see me.» |
Three days since the living room. |
I realized it’s all my fault, but couldn’t tell you. |
Yesterday you’d forgiven me, |
but it’ll still be two days 'till I say I’m sorry. |
Hold it now and watch the hoodwink, |
as I make you stop think. |
You’ll think you’re looking at Aquaman. |
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss. |
I like the sushi, 'cause it’s never touched a frying pan. |
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes. |
Big like LeAnn Rimes, because I’m all about value. |
Bert Kaempfert’s got the mad hits. |
You try to match wits. |
You try to hold me, but I bust through. |
Gonna make a break and take a fake. |
I’d like a stinkin' achin' shake. |
I like vanilla, it’s the finest of the flavours. |
Gotta see the show, 'cause then you’ll know |
the vertigo is gonna growm 'cause it’s so dangerous |
you’ll have to sign a waiver. |
How can I help it if I think you’re funny when you’re mad? |
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad. |
I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral. |
Can’t understand what I mean? |
Well, you soon will. |
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve. |
I have a history of taking off my shirt. |
It’s been one week since you looked at me, |
threw your arms in the air and said: «You're crazy!» |
Five days since you tackled me. |
I’ve still got the rug burns on both my knees. |
It’s been three days since the afternoon. |
You realized it’s not my fault, not a moment too soon. |
Yesterday you’d forgiven me and now I sit back |
and wait 'till you say you’re sorry. |
Chickity China, the Chinese chicken. |
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'. |
Watchin' X-Files with no lights on. |
We’re dans la maison. |
I hope the Smoking Man’s in this one. |
Like Harrison Ford I’m getting frantic, |
like Sting I’m tantric, like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy. |
Like Kurasawa I make mad films. |
Okay, I don’t make films, but if I did they’d have a Samurai. |
Gonna get a set a' better clubs. |
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs. |
Just so my irons aren’t always flying off the back-swing. |
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon, |
'cause the cartoon has got the boom anime babes |
who make me think the wrong thing. |
How can I help it if I think you’re funny when you’re mad? |
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad. |
I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral. |
Can’t understand what I mean? |
Well, you soon will. |
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve. |
I have a history of losing my shirt. |
It’s been one week since you looked at me, |
dropped your arms to your sides and said: «I'm sorry!» |
Five days since I laughed at you and said: |
«You just did just what I thought you were gonna do!» |
Three days since the living room. |
We realized we’re both to blame, but what could we do? |
Yesterday you just smiled at me 'cause it’ll still be two days 'till we say we’re sorry. |
It’ll still be two days 'till we say we’re sorry… |
It’ll still be two days 'till we say we’re sorry… |
Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie. |