Well, the records are warped
And your memory is scratched
Your recollection is a collection
On the laundry rack
You're flimsy in the morning
And very self-employed
Your apartment has a carpet
With a world of its own
Ratatat,
Who could that be
Perhaps my pal with his story
Ratatat
Life is so good
The friends went and left
The girl gone like a match
It's you and you alone
Seeing how long it can last
The table repeats "Dark Globe" a hundred times Now fat and hairy you're damning this free life
Ratatat,
Who could that be
It's my pal with his story
Ratatat
Life is so good
When someone is knocking at the door
Each evening is a movie starring the woman across the way She's kinky and frisky and you never have to pay The bed sheets are flustered The novel almost complete Another character that matters to the lead in the faded jeans Dorothy is the interest She's based on a gun In the second drawer of your desk Been fired only once Perhaps you'll roam about While foaming at the mouth Leaving the door wide about Panting on your way out
Ratatat,
All hallow's eve
Dear friend, what story have you brought me Ratatat, Life is so good When someone is knocking at the door
What's the city like when it's one less in a man Gla**es are overflowing And your brother's on the stand Scared and unimpressed You find your way back up the stairs The 22nd floor Where reminder's always there
Ratatat,
Who could that be
It's my pal with his story
Ratatat
Life is so good
When someone is knocking at the door