I was in Tahoe, on the California side,
Waiting in the lobby at 665 1/2 Frontage Road
When two extra-blond, short-sleeve, button-down,
White-shirt, blue-tie, mystery Mormons
Came in and put this music on:
Came in and took me by the arm,
And as they had me marching through the parking lot-
And as they were marching through the parking lot-
They blew into their shirt-pocket microphones
Like this:
And then they drove me to an Albertson's outside of Boise
And took me into a back room.
And they said they wanted to balance my checkbook,
And they said the wanted to organize my receipts
And itemize my expenses
And that I had the key
To a safety deposit box,
With treasury bonds and the key
To another safety deposit box
Where I'd stashed away
The only pewter pocket watch
That ever belonged to
Joseph Smith's Great-Great Uncle's
Brother-in-Law.
And I said You've got the wrong Eleanor Friedberger.
And then they sang at me like this:
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I was in Tahoe, on the California side,
Waiting in the lobby at 665 1/2 Frontage Road
When two extra-blond, short-sleeve, button-down,
White-shirt, blue-tie, mystery Mormons
Came in and put this music on:
Came in and took me by the arm,
And as they had me marching through the parking lot-
And as they were marching through the parking lot-
They blew into their shirt-pocket microphones
Like this:
And then they drove me to an Albertson's outside of Boise
And took me into a back room.
And they said they wanted to balance my checkbook,
And they said the wanted to organize my receipts
And itemize my expenses
And that I had the key
To a safety deposit box,
With treasury bonds and the key
To another safety deposit box
Where I'd stashed away
The only pewter pocket watch
That ever belonged to
Joseph Smith's Great-Great Uncle's
Brother-in-Law.
And I said You've got the wrong Eleanor Friedberger.
And then they sang at me like this:
Waiting in the lobby at 665 1/2 Frontage Road
When two extra-blond, short-sleeve, button-down,
White-shirt, blue-tie, mystery Mormons
Came in and put this music on:
Came in and took me by the arm,
And as they had me marching through the parking lot-
And as they were marching through the parking lot-
They blew into their shirt-pocket microphones
Like this:
And then they drove me to an Albertson's outside of Boise
And took me into a back room.
And they said they wanted to balance my checkbook,
And they said the wanted to organize my receipts
And itemize my expenses
And that I had the key
To a safety deposit box,
With treasury bonds and the key
To another safety deposit box
Where I'd stashed away
The only pewter pocket watch
That ever belonged to
Joseph Smith's Great-Great Uncle's
Brother-in-Law.
And I said You've got the wrong Eleanor Friedberger.
And then they sang at me like this:
Writer: MATTHEW FRIEDBERGER
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing