Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Adam Green, artist - Momus. Album song Stars Forever, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 05.12.2019
Record label: American Patchwork
Song language: English
Adam Green |
If my name were Howard |
I’d dress up in a cummerbund and fez |
If my name were Howard |
I’d puff all night on funny cigarettes |
If my name were Howard |
I’d be terrified of getting sucked buck naked down the drain |
Into a damp, dark world of flesh-eating spiders |
If my name were Howard |
I’d have thought of South Park and be rich as Midas |
But my name is Adam Green |
I was born on Halloween |
One more event I could not control or plan |
What else can I do |
But make my funny cartoons for you? |
If my name were Adam |
If you hit me with a hammer |
I would try to practise passive resistance |
But it’s a tricky business |
If my name were Adam |
Terrible phone fact # 3 |
You’d spend seven years of your life waiting for a call from me |
If my name were Dorothy |
I’d be a Baskerville or Parker |
Surrounded by the barking of chihuahuas |
If my name were Howard |
My tattoo would be a working bar code on the palm of my left hand |
That I would slide across any and all automated price checkers |
But my name is Adam Green |
I was born into a scene |
Of dullish alpha males with willing consorts |
What else can I do |
But make my funny cartoons for you? |
If my name were Howard |
Puppy brains and jism |
Two good reasons why you should never let aliens |
Prepare your thanksgiving dinner |
Puppy brains and jism |
Please take a message Miss Brown |
I’ve stapled my tie to my tongue |
If my name were Ren Hoek |
I would dress in bespoke for chihuahuas |
But my name is Adam Green |
I was born into a scene |
Of gibbering roughneck apes and liquorice allsorts |
What else can I do |
But vent my spleen on wretches like you? |
If my name were Franz I would giggle myself stupid |
Enjoying my insomnia through the endless Prague nights |
If my name were Franz I would wear such tight pants |
That people would laugh when I spoke in a funny high voice |
I’d dress up in a cummerbund and fez |
And my wellington boot would be on the other foot |
And my favourite cigarette would be a bergamot cheroot |
My cut glass wit, refreshing and elegant, would enliven |
Every slightly jaded party |
My remarks would be recorded in order by Miss Dorothy Parker |