Stop Performing - The Roches

The very mention of your name

And we hear your voice

And when you danced, we came clapping, no choice

I, in my dress and my man in his pants

Yes, yes, yes

You have slurped up the moon with your mouth

And you’ve sent all the loons flying south

There’s no more room in the spaces you went

Boom, boom, boom

Stop performing, won’t you?

Before I die laughing

Please, please sit still

Listen to the sound of space you won’t fill

With your many talents

Gallantly streaming tears down my cheeks

Oh stop, please stop before I die

I’d love to see you stop performing

Before I die