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One Week Karaoke

Barenaked Ladies

LyricsOne Week

It's been one week

since you

looked at me

Cocked your head

to one side and

said I'm angry

Five days since

you laughed

at me saying

Get that together,

come back

and see me

Three days since

the living room

I realized it's

all my fault

but couldn't

tell you

Yesterday you'd

forgiven me

But it'll still be

two days till

I say I'm sorry

Hold it now and

watch the hoodwink

I make you

stop, think

You'll think you're

looking at Aquaman

I summon fish to the

dish although I like the

Chalet Swiss I like the

sushi 'cos it's never

touched a frying pan

Hot like wasabe when

I bust rhymes

Big like

LeAnn Rimes

Because I'm all

about value

Bert Kaempfert's

got the mad hits

You try to

match wits

You try to hold me

but I bust through

Gonna make a break and

take a fake,

I'd like a stinkin'

achin' shake, I like vanilla,

it's the finest

of the flavours

Gotta see the show 'cos

then you'll know the vertigo

is gonna grow 'cos it's

so dangerous you'll

have to sign a waiver

How can I help it

if I think you're funny

when you're mad

Tryin' hard not

to smile though

I feel bad

I'm the kind of guy

who laughs

at a funeral

Can't understand

what I mean?

Well, you soon will

I have a tendency

to wear my mind

on my sleeve

I have a history of

taking off my shirt

It's been one week

since you looked

at me

Threw your arms

in the air and said

"You're crazy"

Five days since

you tackled me

I've still got the rug

burns on both

my knees

It's been three days

since the afternoon

You realized it's not

my fault not a

moment too soon

Yesterday you'd

forgiven me

And now I sit back

and wait till you

say you're sorry

Chickity China the

Chinese chicken

Have a drumstick

and your brain

stops tickin'

Watchin' X-files

with no lights on

We're dans la maison

I hope the Smoking

Man's in this one

Like Harrison Ford,

I'm getting frantic

Like Sting,

I'm tantric

Like Snickers,

guaranteed to satisfy

Like Kurasawa,

I make mad films

Okay, I don't

make films

But if I did they'd

have a Samurai

Gonna get a set

a' better clubs

Gonna find the kind

with tiny nubs just so my

irons aren't always flying

off the back-swing

Gotta get in tune with

Sailor Moon 'cos the

cartoon has got the

boom anime babes

That make me think

the wrong thing

How can I help it if

I think you're funny

when you're mad

Tryin' hard not

to smile though

I feel bad

I'm the kind of guy

who laughs at

a funeral

Can't understand

what I mean?

Well, you soon will

I have a tendency

to wear my mind

on my sleeve

I have a history of

losing my shirt

It's been one week

since you

looked at me

Dropped your arms

to your sides

and said

"I'm sorry"

Five days since I

laughed at you

and said "You just

did what I thought

you were gonna do"

Three days since

the living room

We realized we're

both to blame,

but what could

we do?

Yesterday you just

smiled at me

'Cos it'll still be

two days till we

say we're sorry

It'll still be two days

till we say

we're sorry

It'll still be two days

till we say

we're sorry

Birchmount Stadium,

home of

the Robbie

Composer
Ed Robertson
Lyrics
Ed Robertson
Publisher
WARNER/CHAPPELL NORTH AMERICA LIMITED, Warner/Chappell North America Ltd