Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Adam Green , by - Momus. Song from the album Stars Forever, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 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 |