White Stripes - Jimmy The Explorer Lyrics
JIMMY THE EXPLORERNow JimmyWell, do you want an explosion now?Yeah JimmyDo you want to explode now?Yeah monkeyNow you seeing red nowYeah monkeyJumping on the bed nowHoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hooGreen applesOn the tree and growing nowGreen applesAre gonna be exploding nowYeah monkeyAre you seeing red now?Yeah monkeyJumping on the bed nowWoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hooSTOP BREAKING DOWNEverytime Im walkin, down the streets,some pretty mama she starts breakin downStop breakin down, yes stop breakin downThe stuff I gotll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo,itll make you lose your mind.Now, you Saturday night womens, you love to ape and clown,you wont do nothin but tear good man (i.e Jack White) reputation downStop breakin down, please stop breakin downThe stuff I gotll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo,itll make you lose your mindNow, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree,she jumped up and throwed a pistol down on meStop breakin down, please stop breakin downStuff I gotll bust your brains out, if you think you lose your mindTHE BIG THREE KILLED MY BABYThe big three killed my babyno money in my hand againthe big three killed my babynobody's coming home againTheir ideas made me want to spita hundred dollars goes down the pit30,000 wheels are rollinand my stick shift hands are swolleneverything involved is shadythe big three killed my babyThe big three killed my babyno money in my hand againthe big three killed my babynobody's coming home againWhy dont you take the day off and try to repaira billion others dont seem to carebetter ideas are stuck in the mudthe motors runnin on tuckers blooddont let them tell you the future's electriccause gasolines not measured in metric30,000 wheels are spinnin'and oil company faces are grinninnow my hands are turnin' redand i found out my baby is deadThe big three killed my babyno money in my hand againthe big three killed my babynobodys coming home againWell i've said it now, nothings changedpeople are burnin for pocket changeand creative minds are lazyand the big three killed my babyAnd my babys my common senseso dont feed me planned obsolescenceyeah my baby's my common senseso dont feed my planned obsolescenceim about to have another blowoutim about to have another blowoutSUZY LEETheres a storyI would like to tellMy problem isIts one you know too wellIts one you know too wellMe Suzy LeeThe one im speaking ofThe question isIs she the one i love ?Is she the one i love ?(all right)Is she the one i love ?Shell send me flowersWith her tears bored insideAnd you know what id doI would run and hideI would run and hideAnd the paperOn it was my nameWith the questionDo you feel the same ?Do you feel the same ?To end this taleThe one im speaking ofI wish i have an answer (but i dont know)Is this really love ?Is this really love ?Is this really love ?SUGAR NEVER TASTED SO GOODSugar never tasted so goodSugar never tasted so goodSugar never tasted good to meYeahUntil her eyes crossed overUntil her mind crossed overUntil her soul fell next to meNowIf the wrinkle that is in your brainHas given you quite a steamYour fingers have become a cranePulling on these puppet stringsYeahWhat a feeling thats begunWhat a feeling thats begunWhat a feeling thats begunWhat a feeling thats begunI felt just like a babyUntil I held a babyWhat a fool this boy can beYeahAnd her thougths like a daisyUntil my mind gets lazyI mustve been crazy not to seeAlrightIf the wrinkle that is in your brainSting, not steamYour fingers have become a craneYour fingers have become a craneYour fingers have become a cranePulling on these puppet stringsWater never tasted so goodWater never tasted so goodWater never tasted good to meWASTING MY TIMEAnd if im wasting my timethen nothing could be betterthan hanging on the lineand waiting for an honest word foreverAnd if youre saying goodbyeplease dont you think me bitterfor recalling every rhymefrom the book the pagethe line the word the letterWell the windows turning blueand the waters ever flowingand i hope im not a foolfor laughing at myselfas you are goingASTROOne two three four.Maybe jasper does the astro,Maybe jasper does the astro,Maybe jasper does the astro astro.Maybe lilly does the astro,Maybe lilly does the astro,Maybe lilly does the astro astro.Well maybe jackson does the astro,Maybe jackson does the astro,Maybe jackson does the astro astro.Maybe Momma does the astro,Maybe Momma does the astro,Maybe Momma does the astro astro.Well maybe tesla does the astro,Maybe tesla does the astro,Maybe edison is AC-DCBROKEN BRICKSHave you been to the broken bricks girlSnuck down through the cyclone fencePast the caution tapeAnd the security gateBack way to the breakroom benchWell there's a little corner where you first got kissedAnd felt your boyfriends fist and made the company listAnd there's a little spot where your dad ate lunchAnd your brother landed his first punch yeah,yeah,yeahWell have you been to the broken bricks girlSeen the barrels that they left behindSeen the machine that cut aluminium cleanAnd got tape from the caution signAnd broke into the window panesJust a rusty colored rain that drives a man insaneYou try to jump over water but you land in oilClimb the ladder up a broken crane yeah,yeah,yeahDon't go to the broken bricks girlIt's not a place that you want to beThink of the spot your father spent his lifeDemolition calls it Building CDemolition calls it Building C nowDemolition calls it Building C nowWHEN I HEAR MY NAMEwhen i hear my name i want to disappearwhen i hear my name i want to disappearoh oh oh ohwhen i see my face i want to disappearwhen i see my face i want to disappearoh oh oh ohDoWell somebody walked up to mebut i didnt know what to doand then somebody said hello to mebut i didnt know what to dobecause i think that my words could gettwisted so i bend my back over take agulp be funny cause i know theres nothing i can doThen my mother tried to pick me upwhen i was sittin down on the groundsomething forced my little eyes come openbut i couldnt make out the soundit doesnt matter cause my eyes are lyingand they dont have emotiondont wanna be social, cant take it when they hate mebut i know theres nothing i can doWhen my thoughts start to feel like minetheyre taken from me it seems to happenall the time (every time)and the feelings that are fine for youtheres somebody therewho doesnt think they are trueso think of something newtheres nothing left to doAnd then my idols walk next to mei look up at them they fade awayits a destruction of a mysterythe more i listen to what they sayso does that mean that theres no more doinand theres no more thinkinand theres no more feelingcause theres no right opinionso can you tell me what im supposed to doSCREWDRIVERTuesday morning nowI gotta have somewhere to goI call up tommy nowI call him on the telephoneWont you wake up and come with me nowIm going to the pawn and loanWalking down thirty threeWalking on thirty oWell what am i supposed to thinkI drop a nickel in the sinkI love people like a brother nowBut im not gonna be their mother nowWhat if someone walked up to meAnd like an apple cut right through meIm not the one whos sinninScrewdriverNow that you have heard my story nowIve got a little ending to it nowWhenever you go out aloneTake a little dog a boneThink about your little sisterThen you got to drive it homeWith a screwdriverI got a little feeling goin nowI got a little feeling goin nowONE MORE CUP OF COFFEEYour breath is sweetYour eyes are like two jewels in the sky.Your back is straight, your hair is smoothOn the pillow where you lie.But I dont sense affectionNo gratitude or loveYour loyalty is not to meBut to the stars above.One more cup of coffee for the roadOne more cup of coffee fore I goTo the valley below.Your daddy hes an outlawAnd a wanderer by tradeHell teach you how to pick and chooseAnd how to throw the bladeHe oversees his kingdomSo no stranger does intrudeHis voice it trembles as he calls outFor another plate of foodOne more cup of coffee for the road,One more cup of coffee fore I goTo the valley belowYour sister sees the futureLike your mama and yourselfYouve never learned to read or writeTheres no books upon your shelf.And your pleasure knows no limitsYour voice is like a meadowlarkBut your heart is like an oceanMysterious and darkOne more cup of coffee for the road,One more cup of coffee fore I goTo the valley belowST. JAMES INFIRMARY BLUESFolks, Im goin down to St. James Infirmary,See my baby there;Shes stretched out on a long, white table,Shes so sweet, so cold, so fair.Let her go, let her go, God bless her,Wherever she may be,She will search this wide world over,But shell never find another sweet man like me.Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches,Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat,Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat.Folks, now that you have heard my story,Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;If anyone should ask you,Tell em Ive got those St. James Infirmary blues.I FOUGHT PIRHANASWell i hold the ropeand i hold the sailand i kept my papersto keep from land in jailand i fought piranhasand i fought the coldthere was no one with mei was all aloneWell its easter morning nowand theres noone aroundso i unroll the cementand walk into the townthere was noone with meand i was all aloneand i fought piranhasand i fought the coldWell you know what its likei dont got to tell youwho puts up a fightwalking out of hell nowwhen you fought piranhasand you fought the coldtheres nobody with youand youre all alone
