Following - Momus

I’m so totally following you

You are so far ahead, always so totally cool

You were the first to walk on your hands

And carry your purse in your cunt

Now all the girls are doing that

On the Williamsburg waterfront

And I say credit where credit is due

I’m so totally following you

Due to the freaky stuff

Only you’d think to do

Well the music that you’re into

I’m pretending I’m into it too

Even though to be totally frank

It leaves me totally blank

Now you’re running around

In a scuba mask filled with chicken fat

Dressed as a cat

Carrying the chopped-off head

Of a pig you’re smoking like a cigarette

Well there ought to be a law against that

But the lawmakers haven’t got there yet

But you have, and that’s what I love about you

But if you think I’m totally dressing like that

In a scuba mask filled to the top with filthy old blubbery fat

And then going out and running around

Smoking the corpse of a sow

Well you’ve got another thing coming to you

Sorry, I have stopped following you

Because the things that you can pull off

Just make me look like a fool

Well call me bourgeois, but I’ve figured out

This is the best way to be like you

Following you is the last thing that you’d ever do