"Mr. Tongs" lyrics - ROBYN HITCHCOCK

Hello, you've reached Goodfellas, Martin Scorsese's classic
Tale of Italian-American manhood starring Ray Liotta, Bob
DeNiro, and Joe Pesci.Unfortunately, we're all busting
Each other's [noise] at the moment.

You've got to find your way around me
And everywhere you look
Ahh, little priestess, are you ready for Mister Tongs?
Well, I sure hope so
Matter directs itself

Inch by frozen inch
Toward the plinth
The benchmark so tidy
With feet all sewn up in their heads

Hoot hoot
Curling whistle blow

Remember the Memsahib
With a sack that burned himself out
Automatically toward your house
I could kiss your tree now
If you said your branches would bend

Hoot hoot
Curling whistle blow

Every sound I make is mine
But you have to leave the time out
For the funnel of dreams
Marking your own time together
When I could kiss your one or two of them

Bend like that
And snap
I said worm away each evening
With your jewels and your finks
And all your friends
Do you think that it counts?

Of course my dear, everything counts
But everything must be aborted eventually

And then you are left with the stones

You've got to find your way around me
Oh, little priestess are you ready for Mister Tongs?
And his friends?

Hoot hoot
Hoot hoot
Hoot hoot
Sometimes, Leslie I can't believe your grasp of the bicycle