They Might Be Giants

Mink Car

It's knocking off my diamond wig
Knocking me down onto the platinum ground
Woke up in a beautiful dream
Alone
Alone

I got hit by a mink car
Hit by a mink car driven by a guitar
And the silver chauffeur says that it's all in your head
When you're 24 carat dead
Dead

In my dream she is reaching past my hollow core
And her smile's an "Open" sign on an abandoned store

I got hit by a mink car
Hit by a mink car driven by a guitar
And the silver chauffeur says that it's all in your head
When you're 24 carat dead
Dead
Dead

Quoth the Johns:

We wrote this song while Adam was tinkering with the mix of "Yeh! Yeh!" in the other room. Jim O'Connor, who owns and operates a flugelhorn, expressed some feelings he has been keeping in the freezer since 1966. Danny Weinkauf made everybody burst into tears with his lovely bass playing, and that's Clem "Wildman" Waldman pounding the skins and triangle. Clem is part of the Loser's Lounge, a New York revue at the Westbeth Theater, and has vast experience in the Hal Blaine school of '60s drumming on which he draws for this very retro-styled track.

—John Flansburgh and John Linnell
[source: Emusic promotional email, August 3, 2001]