Lyrics

I was in Tahoe, on the California side Waiting in the lobby at 665 1/2 Frontage Road When two extra-blond short sleeve button-down White-shirt blue-tie mystery Mormons Came in and put this music on: Came in and took me by the arm And as they had me marching through the parking lot- And as they were marching through the parking lot- They blew into their shirt-pocket microphones Like this: And then they drove me to an Albertson's outside of Boise And took me into a back room And they said they wanted to balance my checkbook; And they said they wanted to organize my receipts And itemize my expenses And that I had the key To a safety deposit box With treasury bonds and the key To another safety deposit box Where I'd stashed away The only pewter pocket watch That ever belonged to Joseph Smith's Great-Great Uncle's Brother-in-Law And I said, "You've got the wrong Eleanor Friedberger." And then they sang at me like this