Ahab

Lyrics

Oh, take me to the place Where the Queen Anne's lace runs wild Down some country bend I'm sick of New York again Oh man, I've got it bad I'm like Ahab, I'm in love Such a dirty thought For the one fish I never caught It's all been written, they say Like a school play in the gymnasium So you can tell Don DeLillo He's got a fine sense of humor This fever might last forever You and me, kid, we should stick together Take me to some bull fight In white and gold tights and a purple cape I'll do just fine I've got victory on my mind Molly Johnson's, down your stairs Always dyin' her hair like she's on the run If you ever escape, I could use a little change in pace This fever might last forever You and me, kid, we should stick together Yo-dee-oh-day-hee, Yo-dee-oh-day-hee, Yo-dee-oh-day-hee… Oh take me to the place Where the Queen Anne's lace runs wild…