| Stand on Your Head |
|---|
| Redheaded girl |
| Cover up your eyes with your hands |
| Caught taking coins from the purse |
| Wake up the epileptics and the outcasts |
| When you hear your name called |
| And there’s a yellow ribbon in your hair |
| Wicked child, you’re dancing with girls |
| Remember when we were children? |
| Remember when we were young? |
| When we believed in all those invisible things? |
| And there’s a world in your words |
| Fairytales at your fingertips |
| A black ribbon in your hair |
| Dancing rings around trees |
| In meadows and fields |
| Remember boys on bicycles |
| Tell the young men |
| To put away their swords |
| And Spanish dancing |
| Turn up the violins |
| To drown out the cowboys and the Indians |
| We’d rather stand on our heads |
| And pose like like pinup girls |
| Make trampolines of our beds |
| But the shadows took our sisters |
| And the waters did claim them |
| Schoolgirls in pleated skirts and Mary Janes |
| Carry your suitcase |
| Wherever you may go |
| And your typewriter |
| Weave a tapestry |
| Of winding narrow streets |
| And move into the light |
| Cause we’re fancy free |
| Yeah, we’re fancy free |
| We’ll stand on our head |
| Stand on our heads |
| Stand on our heads |
| We’ll be standing on our heads |
| Mmm, Mmmm, Mmmm |
| Standing on our heads |
