From the recording Bleu
Recorded At Postal Recording in Indianapolis
Thomas East - Guitar, Vocals
Sam Purtee - Bass
Jordan Maddox - Guitar
Michael Klein - Saxophone
Aaron Randall - Percussion
Lyrics
Hey, how are ya?
I see you're feeling fine
Can I slice ya up an apple
Maybe pour ya a glass of wine?
I'm a weasel at my worst
And a simple man at best
I'll sing a song for the schmucks
Have ya heard about The Quest?
The Click Of My Ring
Blows a kiss on my ear
It's time to make soup
When the water runs clear
Oh yeah
At the end of the day
You put your keys away
Your friends in the desert
Are enjoying the weather
Oh no
You can get what you need
But you're scraping your knees
Oh, say please
Well I got a pretty woman
She's lovin' me in the morn
And that's why I'm
Wrapping her up in velvet
Whenever there's a storm
Attitude's a choice you make
Every single day
So make the best of what ya got
And throw the rest away
Eyes sown shut
In the rocket ship chair
Stimulated and replacing you
Beyond repair
Sweat soaked, seeing circles
Doused in a glare
Concentric and symmetric
Abundant to redundant
See you can get what you need
If you'd get off your knees
Oh, say please
The Click Of My Ring
Blows a kiss on my ear
It's time to make soup
When the water runs clear
Oh yeah
At the end of the day
You put your keys away
Your friends in the desert
Are enjoying the weather
Oh no
See you can get what you need
But you have to say please
Oh, say please