Charlottesville - They Might Be Giants

Glazed with alcohol

Spun from sugar by woodland creatures

You’re the pupils, they’re the teachers

Gonna pack my rucksack in my backpack

And scamper down the train track

Sell the car, sell the house, sell the keys

Yeah!

Starr Hill Music Hall

Exploded like a basketball

Filled with devils from the depths of Hell

Hey, what’s that smell?

Gonna pack my backpack in my rucksack

And scamper down the train track

Sell the dog, sell the fish, sell the birds

Hoo hoo hoo

Hoo hoo hoo