Ookla The Mok - Guggenheim Love lyrics
Nothing you have to say could possibly change my mind I'm calling your bluff I'm drawing the line But if you ask me nice you know I'll probably stay And listen to you tell me why I should sit here while you say Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah for half an hour I've heard this all before so I won't listen anymore I'm getting tired of all these games You care much less for me than you care about this gallery At least you don't forget their names Damn it all Marc Chagall We must rely on protocol I don't know what I was thinking of Oh man Paul Gaugin I try by I can't understand What made me fall in Guggenheim love You can't go to the Guggenheim without me by your side You're looking at art I'm along for the ride You point at every wall and whisper in my ear "God, that guy is so overrated," but all I ever hear is Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah for half an hour Stop talking about composition or I swear you're gonna need a physician You and I are never gonna last I want to smash your face every time you mention negative space Talk about contrast Hey hey Claude Monet I just don't know quite what to say Heaven knows what I was thinking of Good grief Georgia O'Keefe I come to you beyond belief What made me fall in Guggenheim love You hailed a cab and left and I took the subway home I got some peace and quiet now I'm finally alone But it's like some strange disease that takes away my choice I gotta call you on the telephone so I can hear your voice while you say Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah for half an hour Damn it all Marc Chagall we must rely on protocol Oh man Paul Gaugin I try but I can't understand Hey hey Claude Monet I just don't know what to say Good grief Georgia O'Keefe I come to you beyond belief Oh no Vincent Van Gogh where did all those Q-Tips go? Good golly Salvador Dali ding went the bell and clang went the trolley