Deer Talk

They came around the corner
The kind that look uneasy
Bag in hand
One's a twisted man
And his sidekick's just as sleazy
A different kind of foreigner
The type to really get you to
Wonder how
You'll get out now, but
God forbid they sense you

Well true they shouldn't do what they're doing
But tell me now
What the problem is with the way they're groovin'
Look at them now
They're careless and rash
No awareness or class
But that's our crowd
Doobie-doobie, a doobie-doo-wop
A doobie-doobie, a doobie-doo-wop
A doobie-doobie, a doobie-doo-wop
A doobie-doobie, a doobie-doo-wop

As the sun becomes long overdue
Do you mistake me for a caribou
As you
Turn into
A cynically spineless statue
A different kind of herbivore
They only pause to ask for more
Or they
Think their soirée's
Been introduced to a law of sorts

I like your fur, you're like the carpet
But don't worry, you are not my target
You are not my target
You are not my target
So come with us, we don't really mind it
We'll show you if you don't really buy it
They don't really mind it
But don't tell me that you don't wanna try it
Let's try it