Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smug , by - Steve Taylor. Song from the album Squint, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 15.11.1993
Record label: Splint Entertainment, The Fuel
Song language: English
Smug |
| Strike this little pose |
| Chin up in the air |
| Lips together tightly |
| Nostrils in a flare |
| Now look like you care |
| Ooh, very nice! |
| Practice in the mirror |
| Brushing back a tear |
| Very sincere |
| A promising career could begin right here at home |
| If you’ve got that smug |
| That smug |
| Hey mama, hey mama look at what your little babies all have become |
| Hey mama, hey mama, don’t it ever make you wish you’d been a nun? |
| Vain and fickle, were we weaned on a pickle? |
| Is it in our blood? |
| Rome is burning, we’re here turning smug |
| Strike another pose |
| Power politics |
| Swallow their conventions |
| Get your power fix |
| We love to mud wrestle |
| We love to be politically Koreshed |
| Practice that smug |
| Post it like a man |
| One part Master Limbaugh |
| Two parts Madame Streisand |
| Now pretend you’re in a band |
| My, my, we’re looking smug |
| Very, very, very, very |
| Hey mama, hey mama look at what your little babies all have become |
| Hey mama, hey mama, don’t it ever make you wish you’d been a nun? |
| Vain and fickle, were we weaned on a pickle? |
| Is it in our blood? |
| Rome is burning, we’re here turning smug |
| All you smug-starved millions in the thick of the search |
| Welcome to our church |
| Whatcha wanna solve? |
| We can help you evolve |
| From merely self-righteous |
| To perfectly smug |
| Strike the proud pose of our country-club brethren |
| Friendly as a tomb |
| Fragrant as the bottom of a locker-room broom |
| Now what’s the matter? |
| Hey, get off your knees |
| That part don’t come 'til later |
| God will not be pleased |
| Hey mama, hey mama look at what your little babies all have become |
| Hey mama, hey mama, don’t it ever make you wish you’d been a nun? |
| Vain and fickle, were we weaned on a pickle? |
| Is it in our blood? |
| Rome is burning, we’re here turning smug |
| Hey mama, hey mama look at what your little babies all have become |
| Hey mama, hey mama, don’t it ever make you wish you’d been a nun? |
| Vain and fickle, were we weaned on a pickle? |
| Is it in our blood? |
| Rome is burning, we’re here turning |
| Rome is cooking, my, we’re looking smug |
| I wanna talk today about smug people! |
| They think they’re so good. |
| They ain’t good! |
| No, they ain’t good at all, I tell you what! |
| You wanna be a |
| good man, you look at me! |
| I’m gonna talk to you about humility--'cause I got it! |
| I wanna talk to you about righteousness--'cause I got it! |
| I’m good! |
| I’m humble! |
| I’m better than you! |
| You wanna be a humble man, you look at me, you say, «Brother, how can I be humble?» |
| I don’t know how you can be humble! |
| It took me a long time to get this way! |
| But thank God I’ve arrived! |
| Let’s pray |