Stand on Your Head - Two Loons For Tea, Pat Mastelotto, Paul Bushnell

Redheaded girl

Cover up your eyes with your hands

Caught taking coins from the purse

Wake up the epileptics and the outcasts

When you hear your name called

And there’s a yellow ribbon in your hair

Wicked child, you’re dancing with girls

Remember when we were children?

Remember when we were young?

When we believed in all those invisible things?

And there’s a world in your words

Fairytales at your fingertips

A black ribbon in your hair

Dancing rings around trees

In meadows and fields

Remember boys on bicycles

Tell the young men

To put away their swords

And Spanish dancing

Turn up the violins

To drown out the cowboys and the Indians

We’d rather stand on our heads

And pose like like pinup girls

Make trampolines of our beds

But the shadows took our sisters

And the waters did claim them

Schoolgirls in pleated skirts and Mary Janes

Carry your suitcase

Wherever you may go

And your typewriter

Weave a tapestry

Of winding narrow streets

And move into the light

Cause we’re fancy free

Yeah, we’re fancy free

We’ll stand on our head

Stand on our heads

Stand on our heads

We’ll be standing on our heads

Mmm, Mmmm, Mmmm

Standing on our heads