They Might Be Giants - Cloisonné (live studio version) lyrics

One, two, three, four Mind your business Mind your business Mind your never-shut, Quonset hut business My craft is exploding It's like I'm making cloisonné 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 all 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 Cloisonné