Fiery Furnaces - The Wayward Granddaughter lyrics

He said "Come on now babe Let's take a little drive Go slumming down the Carson's in my black X-5." Samples from the Clinique counter and up the escalator And then a knowing glance from last night's cute, talkative waiter Surprise, surprise Going through five hundred king Egyptian size count satin cotton sheets A smirk hello from the tanning salon boy My man mumbled, he realized "They told me that she cheats." "Oh, don't you start! Jealous heart." Jealous heart. Jealous heart I put one foot forward and one foot back My hand upon my hip I gave my hair a flip I can't help it What's he think I got all this loving for Well guess what He don't pay my bills no more Well I guess All this stuff That'll befall ya and bedevil ya And try ya I'll move back in with Yaiyai My daughter, we named her Maureen Can you believe it I never believed it, or her Because she called you Connie The Don Juan he, my husband, loved redheards and thought this name Would turn his baby into the same And each time I see you, Connie Yes? I say God bless, my dear departed Peter That he never had to meet her His beautiful granddaughter who dyed It would have k**ed him again Her gorgeous red-brown hair black When she turned 15 behind my back You lived with me at that time Yes, I did You were such a cute and smart and obedient and happy and pretty little kid My beautiful granddaughter who dyed Her gorgeous red-brown hair black When she turned fifteen behind my back And which Kevin were you dating I mean letting take advantage of you then The black one, or the white one Once upon a time there were two Kevins You mean two jerks Once upon a time there were two Kevins And being with one Kevin was being in one heaven And not being with the other swell was being in another, well Kevin and Kevin were best friends since seven La la la-la-la la la When they met at Joey Meyer's Red White and Blue Demon basketball seminar tutorial clinic day care camp For underprivileged kids And overstimulated brats And they're both wearing vintage throw-back fourty five dollar Nineteen eighty three White Sox hats And now at H-F Point guard and shooting guard And now at H-F Point guard and shooting guard And the drill team shouting themselves deaf And then back in the back yard Yours, Yaiyai With the one and then the next night with the other one and one big secret I mean two But little did I know that they knew They knew And would slap each other on the back About what it was they'd do They knew They knew Well, we can talk about it, Connie But often, memories are better off sung Remember when you were young Remember when I was young Remember when you were young Remember when I was young La la la... La la la...