Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mini-Theme: Moocher From The Future, artist - Jeffrey Lewis.
Date of issue: 19.04.2009
Record label: Jeffrey Lewis, Rough Trade
Song language: English
Mini-Theme: Moocher From The Future |
Minnie the moocher from the future |
She was raised by neither nature nor nurture |
She had a metal front and a plastic back |
But in the middle was a lot of soul and that’s a fact |
She started messing round with the king of Saturn |
He looked like a purple psychedelic pattern |
His heart went zing when she did her thing |
And before long she was walking off with Saturn’s ring |
She travelled from the future to the distant past |
Killed a fly which made her first guy become her last |
Turned yesterday to notaday with some cute goon |
And said the past is just some future that arrived too soon |
And New York city how I love it so |
I’m always bumping into buddies whose names I don’t know |
I don’t get off to sleep until a quarter to four |
And then I wake up in the morning and I do it some more |
And when you look me in the face I just disintegrate |
Now I’m on another date that I kind of hate |
And I just keep falling further ended |
Seems by now I should have landed |
But Minnie the moocher from the future |
Could turn space into whatever kind of face would suit ya |
The rainbow’s bend was what her contact lens was |
So she knew what the colour glowing in each of her friends was |
She started messing with the gamma beam |
He said baby stick with me, I’ll turn your money green |
Gave her his number, she dialled it with a satellite pilot |
Took his infrared head and turned it ultra violet |
She rode a black hole to a magnetic pole |
Rode a dinosaur so long that it turned into coal |
Made the coal a diamond said this ain’t my best friend |
Turned the jewel back into a dinosaur again |
And my window view is a brick wall or two |
With some barbed wire snagged on a plastic bag |
And every plane I hear I think the end is near |
They get louder and louder and then they disappear |
And the shampoo stings and the landline rings |
The Jesus freak on the corner with the guitar sings |
And the vacant lot daydreams of what it’s not |
And the night seems to remember what the day forgot |
But Minnie the moocher from the future |
Is gonna meet me halfway 'tween when I find her and lose her |
And in that dock between the hands of the clock |
She’s gonna park her flying spark here on my own block |
She’ll honk her horn for me and take my arm |
She’ll invite me on a ride to where the tide is born |
Where the director and cast of the future and past |
Follow the union rules and take a break at last |
And when we’re all refreshed after a little rest |
She’ll say goodbye to her guests and go back on her quest |
I’ll say so long Minnie, I’m glad you’re my friend |
I’m gonna keep dreaming about you till we meet again |