They Might Be Giants Charlottesville Lyrics

Starr Hill Music Hall

Glazed with alcohol

Spun from sugar by woodland creatures

You’re the pupil, they’re the teachers

Gonna pack my rucksack in my backpack

And scamper down the train track

Sell the house, sell the car, sell the kids

Starr Hill Music Hall

Exploding like a basketball

Filled with devils from the depths of Hell

Hey, what’s that smell?

Gonna pack my backpack in my rucksack

And scamper down that train track

Sell the dog, sell the fish, sell the birds

Woo hoo hoo

Woo hoo hoo

Woo hoo hoo