Let me wipe the dirt off of your pearls
And sing you this song while you kink up your curls
Ah hah
And you can lecture me about the rain in Leimert Park last Tuesday
In Comicbookland
I can hold your flag while you find your keys
And whisper your list of insecurities
Ah ha
And you can lecture me about the rain in Leimert Park last Tuesday
In Comicbookland
Tap these hollow books the titles the titles wave
To me with my nose pressed up to the window of culture cave
At the bottom of Berlin I learned to screen my sins
By listening to Paul Hindemith
In Comicbookland
She let me wipe the dirt off of her pearls
And sing you this song while you kink up your curls
Ha hah
And you can lecture me about the rain in Leimert Park last Tuesday
In Comicbookland
Help me set the scene in your frozen lair
Tell me again what constitutes good hair
Ah hah
And tell me how the guns and buns unbraided your deep dread of reason
In Comicbookland
Tap these hollow books the titles the titles wave
To me with my nose pressed up to the window of culture cave
At the bottom of Berlin I learned to screen my sins
By listening to Paul Hindemith
In Comicbookland
In Comicbookland
In Comicbookland
In Comicbookland
Decorate the cage in which you dance
Your trinkets and art grant mystic Sufic trance
Ah ha!
Sleeping on the couch that seats a thousand reasons why you won't leave
Comicbookland
Comicbookland
Comicbookland
Comicbookland
Comicbookland
Comicbookland
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (thats tha one)