They Might Be Giants Cloisonne Lyrics

Mind your business

Mind your business

Mind your never-shut, Quonset hut business

My craft is exploding

It’s like I’m making cloisonne

Choking on my dust

With my three blind cats

You have a friend in law enforcement

Don’t go calling law enforcement

Business

Mind your business

Got too busy explaining

Now it’s just raining pain

Pain in the form of a rain drop

Yes, a rain drop made of pain

Tell ’em the story, rain drop

“I don’t want to tell ’em, mister!”

Tell ’em the story, rain drop

“I don’t want to tell ’em!”

Keep your voice down

Keep your voice down

Keep your window-shaking, godforsaken voice down

I’m sick of this beeswax

I’m sick of these second-story sleestaks

Breathing on my dice

Giving me back rubs

When I’m deep in concentration

You start getting no conversatin’

Sleestak

What’s a sleestak?

That’s your heart attack

Towel rack

Fallback

You got no doctors

All your doctors have gone home

What’s a sleestak?

What’s a sleestak?

You have a friend in law enforcement

Don’t go calling law enforcement

Cloisonne