Lyrics I Hear They Smoke The Barbecue - Pere Ubu

I Hear They Smoke The Barbecue

I lie awake
I was waiting for the clouds to break
No doubt you’ve heard
About the door in through the Northern Pole
It’s hard to believe
Are there people living underneath?
I hear they live on fruit and air
I hear they love ole Yogi Bear
I hear they’re good at parking cars
I hear they want to be like we are
They’ll move next door
They’ll be a part of th neighborhood
As sad as we are
Th company must love the misery
Now we’re on the darkside of forever
I fear them hard times are beginning for real
I hear their sky is pink all day
I hear they love ole Yogi Bear
I hear they sneak around at night
I hear they want to be like we are
We stay up late
Waiting for the clouds to break
Through the barbecue smoke
Men from Mars?
It’s no joke
We’re not alone
Eager eyes watch the sky
My new buddies and me
We say Misery must love company
Now we’re on the darkside of forever
I hear them hard times are beginning for real
I lie awake waiting for the clouds to break