The Ballad of the Wasps

Album cover art for "The Ballad of the Wasps" by Stephin Merritt & Jayne Houdyshell

Stephin Merritt & Jayne Houdyshell - Pop, Off-Broadway

The Ballad of the Wasps

2 Plays

Duration: 2:08

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Lyrics

[Coraline] At the dump near our flat Our old flat, one Sunday I went out exploring with my Dad There were mountains of that Stuff that gets tossed away When people don't know what they've had Broken chairs, old appli- Ances, dishes, debris Were taking their naps in the Sun- Day sun. Suddenly I Felt a jab in my knee And Dad shouted, Coraline! run! Wasps! thousands of wasps filled the air I high-tailed it over the hill Dad? Dad, silly Dad, stayed there Standing, perfectly, still Getting stung, what would prove To be thirty-two stings We counted that night in the bath Giving me time to move Far away from the things While Dad took the brunt of their wrath Wasps! millions of wasps filled the air But they didn't scare him until The next day when we had to go back over there His glasses had dropped on the hill He said he wasn't brave For he wasn't afraid While watching me running away He knew he had to save Me, his choice had been made He'd only been brave the next day

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Credits

Writers
  • Stephin Merritt