Me and My Shadow (feat. Sarah Silverman & Till Brönner) [Live]

Like the wallpaper sticks to the wall
Like the seashore clings to the sea
Like you'll never get rid of your shadows, Sarah
Jeff, you'll never get rid of me (good news)

Let all the others fight and fuss
Whatever happens, we've got us
We're closer than pages that stick in a book
We're closer than ripples that play in a brook, perfect!
Wherever you find her, you'll find me just look (the avenue)
Closer than a miser or the bloodhounds to Liza

Closer than smog is to all of L.A.
We're close than Bobby is to JFK
Not a soul can bust this team in two
We stick together like glue
And when it's sleeping time
That's when we're gonna rise
We'll start to swing
That's when we start to swing
Our clocks don't chime
What a surprise
They ring-a-ding-ding!
Happy New Year!

And now to repeat what I said at the start
They'll need a large crowbar to bust us apart
We're alone but far from blue
Before we get finished, we'll make the town roar
We'll change that name Redskins, is that such a chore?
Then we'll tackle climate change, hats off to Al Gore
Life is gonna be we-wow-whee
For my shadow and me

Hey, hey Sarah (yes, Jeff?)
Um, could you, co-, wait a minute
Till Brönner!
Is that the best trumpet you've ever heard in your life?
It's like-it's like cutting butter with a hot knife
Yes, you phrasemaker, well put
Hey, recently I've been keeping my butter out at night, uh, so that it's soft in the morning
Is that risky? I love soft butter
It's not risky, you can do that with butter, you can leave it out

Okay, I'm taking that to the bank
What was I going to say now?
Oh, oh, I know, could you do me a favor, Sarah?
Yes, anything
Could we take it just one more time?
From the top?
No, from the ending, I love that ending

Before we get finished, we'll make the town roar
Just like Michael Corleone, we'll settle old scores
Then we'll talk to Vitero and dress up like whores
Life is gonna be we-wow-whee
For my shadow and me

In Jurassic Park, scary in the dark
I am scared that I'll get eaten
Oh, Sarah don't be scared of that
Fellas!

Sarah Silverman, ladies and gentlemen
My god, a national treasure
International treasure
Cosmic treasure
My god, there she goes, there she goes



Credits
Writer(s): Billy Rose, Dave Dreyer, Al Jolson
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