Glistening white triangular tooth
Open up a can of tomato juice
I've got a fang
I've got a fang
I've got a fang
Girlfriend took me to meet her dad
Didn't like me because I look so bad
I've got a fang
I've got a fang
I've got a fang
Girlfriend took me to meet her mom
Her head exploded like a atom bomb
I've got a fang
I've got a fang
I've got a fang
I've got a fang
I've got a fang
I've got a fang
Glistening white triangular tooth
Open up a can of tomato juice
I've got a fang
I've got a fang
I've got a fang
I've got a fang
I've got a fang
Quoth the Johns:
The strange appeal of this track is partly due to the inhuman insistence of the ride cymbal, and partly the human pathos of the be-fanged protagonist. The image of the fang-as-can-opener comes from the vague memory of some Saturday morning cartoon. It might have been Milton the Monster.
—John Linnell and John Flansburgh
[source: Emusic promotional email, August 3, 2001]