Parade
Where did you go after the parade?
I wandered, searching, for about an hour
Then I parked it on a bench, shiftin' and sulking
Those pesky little mosquitoes
They nearly, nearly, nearly, nearly drained me
Then a man dripping with Vitalis
He said I looked like Joe Namath
Yeah, he asked me did I use to be famous?
And I said "Neighbor, I'm famously late"
I said "Neighbor, I'm famously late"
Now where did you go after the parade?
You never even appeared, you never even appeared to enjoy it
I came out of it with a slight experience
Drinkin' and howlin', howlin' at the natives (oh!)
You're great at disappearing
You left me with an earache
I spit into the swan lake
Sayin' "Oh, what a hideous review"
Sayin' "Oh, what a hideous review"
Weather, the barometric pressure
Pushed me to the ground
Yet my stomach is a-growling
I always heard this was such a festive town
How come everybody over ten years old is frowning?
How come everybody over ten years old is frowning?
So where did you go, honey, after the parade?
I didn't expect you to be bolting away
Remember that time you took me to see "Harold and Maude"
'Cause I didn't know the meaning of the word 'catharsis'
We are busy weaklings
We're poking around for our reasons
We are happy little heathens
It's just time that we both admit it
It's just time that we both admit it
So now where did you go after the parade?
I wandered, searching, for about an hour
Then I parked it on a bench, shiftin' and sulking
Those pesky little mosquitoes
They nearly, nearly, nearly, nearly drained me
Then a man dripping with Vitalis
He said I looked like Joe Namath
Yeah, he asked me did I use to be famous?
And I said "Neighbor, I'm famously late"
I said "Neighbor, I'm famously late"
Now where did you go after the parade?
You never even appeared, you never even appeared to enjoy it
I came out of it with a slight experience
Drinkin' and howlin', howlin' at the natives (oh!)
You're great at disappearing
You left me with an earache
I spit into the swan lake
Sayin' "Oh, what a hideous review"
Sayin' "Oh, what a hideous review"
Weather, the barometric pressure
Pushed me to the ground
Yet my stomach is a-growling
I always heard this was such a festive town
How come everybody over ten years old is frowning?
How come everybody over ten years old is frowning?
So where did you go, honey, after the parade?
I didn't expect you to be bolting away
Remember that time you took me to see "Harold and Maude"
'Cause I didn't know the meaning of the word 'catharsis'
We are busy weaklings
We're poking around for our reasons
We are happy little heathens
It's just time that we both admit it
It's just time that we both admit it
So now where did you go after the parade?
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Writer(s): Vic Chestnut
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