Bangs

Bangs
Above your eyes your hair hangs
Blow my mind, your royal flyness, I dig your bangs
 
Bangs
To drape across your forehead
To swing concordant angles as you incline your head
 
Once with a girl I fell in love some time ago
Now she had bangs (bangs)
Are that on which the world hangs (bangs)
I'm only holding your hand (bangs)
So I can look at your
Bangs
 
Bangs (bangs)
Are like a pocket t-shirt (bangs)
As casual as that while fully intentional (bangs)
 
And in case you think I'm here `cause I like making chit-chat
Just remember what I said, the money's under your hat
 
Bangs (are that on which)
Are that on which the world hangs (I'm only hold)
I'm only holding your hand (so I can look)
So I can look at your
Bangs
 
Bangs (bangs)
Above your eyes your hair hangs
Blow my mind, your royal flyness, I dig your bangs
 
Bangs
To drape across your forehead
To swing concordant angles as you incline your head (bangs)
 
And although I liked you anyway check out your haircut
A proscenium to stage a face that needs no makeup
 
Bangs (bangs)
Are that on which the world hangs (bangs)
I'm only holding your hand (so I can look) (bangs)
So I can look at your bangs (I'm only hold) (bangs)
I'm only holding your hand (bangs)
So I can look at your
Bangs


Quoth the Johns:

We enlisted producers Clive Langor and Alan Winstanley (who helped us create our British Top 10 hit "Birdhouse in Your Soul") for this infectious melody in the hopes of repeating our success in the UK. Best-selling UK author Zadie Smith has written a companion short story ("The Girl with Bangs") but hastens to remind us that in Britain this haircut is called a "fringe."

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



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