They Might Be Giants - Circular Karate Chop Lyrics
Never took a class before inSelf defenseNever looked at you before withCommon senseGird myself for a short sharp shockTrace myself in sidewalk chalkI'll shut my mouth, you do the talkingYou're so proud of your circular karate chopAfternoons in the mirror doing pop and lockFrom the junk shop to the truck stop to the big big topDetention hall, name on the wall andLocker dentNever mind the withered words ofEncouragementPulling off my anorakDumping out my black backpackTake what you likeI'll keep on walkingYou're so proud of your circular karate chopAfternoons in the mirror doing pop and lockFrom the junk shop to the truck stop to the big big topYou're still bragging about your telescoping roundhouse kickYou're still looking for your Commodore's old control stickSo myopic, stay on topicAnd this world is sickThree rules from your sensei:One: Outsource your feelings.Two: Limit your training to be task-specific.Three: Assign regret to those accountable.Detention hall, name on the wall andLocker dentNever mind the withered words ofEncouragementPulling off my anorakDumping out my black backpackTake what you likeI'll keep on walkingYou're so proud of your circular karate chopAfternoons in the mirror doing pop and lockFrom the junk shop to the truck stop to the big big topYou're still braggin' about your telescoping roundhouse kickYou're still looking for your Commodore's old control stickSo myopic, stay on topicMan, this world is sick
