They Might Be Giants

Factory Showroom



Factory Showroom is They Might Be Giants' sixth album, release October 8th, 1996. Factory Showroom is the latest lp from They Might Be Giants.

Factory Showroom

* S-E-X-X-Y
* Till My Head Falls Off
* How Can I Sing Like A Girl?
* Exquisite Dead Guy
* Metal Detector
* New York City
* Your Own Worst Enemy
* XTC Vs. Adam Ant
* Spiraling Shape
* James K. Polk
* Pet Name
* I Can Hear You
* The Bells Are Ringing

S-E-X-X-Y

Dressed only in clothes
From her head to her toes
This is the way the talking part goes

S-E-X-X-Y more than enough
Around the clock with nobody else S-E-X-X-Y
There she is
Standing on the bed
Cookie in one hand, wig on her head
S-E-X-X-Y
X because it's extra baby
Y because it's extra baby
Unnoticed by few, very very few
And that includes you
Look inside your mind
Look inside your eye
Secret agent spy, come to see why
S-E-X-X-Y
One finger nail
Across your back
Baby's first gold tooth initials inscribed
>=S-E-X-X-Y<=
X because it's extra baby
Y because It's extra baby
You gotta understand, she wants to be your man
She's got another plan



Till My Head Falls Off

There were 87 Advil in the bottle now there's 30 left
I ate 47 so what happened to the other 10?
Why do you suspiciously change the subject and break my concentration
As I dump the bottle out and I count the Advil up again?

Don't interrupt me as I struggle to complete this thought
Have some respect for someone more forgetful than yourself

And I'm not done
And I won't be till my head falls off

Hitting every pocket on my shirt, pants and overcoat
And I'm hitting them again but I don't know where I put my notes
Clearing my throat, and gripping the lectern I smile and face my audience
Clearing his throat and smiling with his hands on the bathroom sink

And when I lean my head against the frosted shower stall
I see stuff through the glass that I don't recognize at all

And I'm not done
And I won't be till my head falls off
Though it may not be a long way off

I'm not done talking yet
I'm not done talking yet

And when I lean my head against the frosted shower stall
I see a broken figure silhouetted on the wall

And I'm not done
And I won't be till my head falls off
Though it may not be a long way off
I won't be done until my head falls off



How Can I Sing Like A Girl?

Birds are calling to sing along
But my window's painted shut
And all that year of chorus taught me
Is out of style and long forgot

How can I sing like a girl
and not be stigmatized by the rest of the world?
Tell me how can I sing like a girl
And not be objectified as if I were a girl?

I want to raise my freak flag higher and higher
I want to raise my freak flag and never be alone

From the watchtowers I've been spotted
Fingers pointing at my mouth
Spotlights turn and pivot towards me
But I dare not make a sound



Exquisite Dead Guy

Exquisite dead guy
Rotating in his display case
Exquisite dead guy
Swear I saw his mouth move

Exquisite dead guy
Outside my high rise apartment
Exquisite dead guy
Hanging from a skyhook

How'm I s'posed to let you
Know the way I feel
About you



Metal Detector

Down at the shore there's a place where there's no one vacationing
there's just the sound of the call of the wild overcoming the
fear of the unknown
and I've got something to help you understand
something waiting there beneath the sand:
My metal detector is with me all of the time
I'm the inspector over the mine

Look past the volley ball
Look past the squawking gull
Ignore the mountain of discarded falderal
cause I've got something to make you understand
something hidden there underneath the land:
My metal detector is with me all of the time
I'm the inspector over the mine
Metal detector: watch it shine

Every seashell has a story to tell if you're listening
but underneath every shell there's a story as well if you've
heard enough of the sea
then everything on the top will just suddenly stop seeming interesting
so listen now to the sound of the things that are found underground

Don't need no volley ball
Don't need no squawking gull
Don't need to look at any bathing beauty doll
for I've got something to help you understand
something waiting there beneath the sand:
My metal detector is with me all of the time
I'm the inspector over the mine



New York City

You called me last night on the telephone
And I was glad to hear from you 'cause I was all alone
You said "It's snowing, it's snowing! God, I hate this weather."
Now I walk through blizzards just to get us back together

We met in the springtime at a rock-and-roll show
It was on the Bowery when it was time to go
We kissed on the subway in the middle of the night
I held your hand, you held mine, it was the best night of my life.

'Cause everyone's your friend in New York City
And everything looks beautiful when you're young and pretty
The streets are paved with diamonds and there's just so much to see
But the best thing about New York City is you and me

Statue of Liberty, Staten Island Ferry, Co-op City, Katz's and Tiffany's
Central Park, Brooklyn Bridge, The Empire State where Dylan lived
Coney Island and Times Square, Rockefeller Center
Wish I was there

You wrote me a letter just the other day
Said, "Springtime is coming soon so why don't you come to stay."
I packed my stuff, got on the bus, I can't believe it's true
I'm three days from New York City and I'm three days from you

'Cause everyone's my friend in New York City
And everything looks beautiful when you're young and pretty
The streets are paved with diamonds and there's just so much to see
But the best thing about New York City is you and me

'Cause everyone's my friend in New York City
And everything looks beautiful when you're young and pretty
The streets are paved with diamonds and there's just so much to see
But the best thing about New York City is you and me.



Your Own Worst Enemy

It's your own worst enemy
Ringing the bell on the door
And the sign on the door says nobody's home
So your own worst enemy peeks inside
And sees you softly weeping as some music fills the room
And the song they play
Is that guy with the messed up face
Going "precious and few are the moments that you
And your own worst enemy share"

Full bottle in front of me
Time to roll up my sleeves
And get to work
and after many glasses of work
I get paid
In the brain
And the song they play
Is that guy with the messed up face
Going "precious and few are the moments that you
And your own worst enemy share"



XTC vs. Adam Ant

XTC versus Adam Ant
Content versus form
Fighting for that place in rock-n-roll
There is no right or wrong

Just when you think it's finished with XTC on top
Ant music like a phoenix flies back up the charts

XTC versus Adam Ant
Only one will survive
Beatle-based pop versus new romantic
History will decide

XTC versus Adam Ant
I can't tell you why
Even the singer from Bow Wow Wow
Can't make up her mind
XTC versus Adam Ant
Time is marching on
XTC versus Adam Ant
There is no right or wrong
There is no right or wrong
There is no right or wrong



Spiraling Shape

Down down down you go
No way to stop
As you fall, hear me call
No no no

Listen to this warning and
Consider these
Simple words of advice
Stop stop stop

Fogging the view cupping face to the window
In darkness you make out a spiraling shape
Putting all reason aside you exchange what you've
Got for a thing that's hypnotic and strange

The spiraling shape will make you go insane
But everyone wants to see that groovy thing

Nobody knows what's it's really like
But everyone says it's great
And they heard it from the spiral in their eyes

This could lead to excellence
Or serious injury
Only one way to know:
Go go go

Go ahead, wreck your life
That might be good
Who can say what's right or wrong?
No one can

Put out your hands and you fall through the window
And clawing at nothing you drop through the void
And even while screaming and writhing you reach for the
Spiraling one that would let you be free

The spiraling shape will make you go insane
But everyone wants to see that groovy thing

And now that you've tried it you're back to report that
The spiraling shape was a fraud and a fake
You didn't enjoy it you never believed it
There won't be a refund. You'll never go back.

The spiraling shape will make you go insane
But everyone wants to see that groovy thing



James K. Polk

In eighteen forty-four the Democrats were split
The three nominees for the Presidential candidate
were Martin Van Buren, a former president and an Abolitionist,
James Buchanen, a moderate,
Lewis Cass, a general and expansionist.
From Nashville came a dark horse riding up
He was James K. Polk, Napoleon of the stump.

Austere, severe, he held few people dear.
His oratory filled his foes with fear
The factions soon agreed: "He's just the man we need
to bring about victory, fulfill our Manifest Destiny,
and annex the land the Mexicans command"
and when the vote was cast the winner was
Mister James K. Polk, Napoleon of the stump.

In four short years he met his every goal
He siezed the whole southwest from Mexico
made sure the tariffs fell, and made the English sell
the Oregon territory.
He built an independant treasury.
Having done all this, he sought no second term.
But precious few have mourned the passing of
Mister James K Polk, our eleventh president,
Young Hickory, Napoleon of the stump.



Pet Name

You gave me a pet name which is not to say I like it
We met at a party not to say I was invited
You said love was just a lie
But I could tell that you were lying
And we almost figured out how we get along
and given time we find it strange to be alone
And you work in a hotel at the magazine concession
"Back in just five minutes" reads the sign above your station
Slip your profits in a bag
And you're looking up to the hour hand
and we almost figured out how we get along
and given time we find it strange to be alone and

You just forgot your one pet name for me
And all those promises you said you'd keep and it's a lucky thing because that
sentimental stuff doesn't suit you at all
Waiting at the bus stop for just about an hour
Strategies for hangman, cat[[pi]]s cradle, origami
You say I[[pi]]m OK for a guy
But I can tell that you are lying
And we've almost figured out how we get along
and given time we'll find it strange to be alone and

You just forgot your one pet name for me
And all those promises you said you'd keep and it's a lucky thing because that
sentimental stuff doesn't



I Can Hear You

I Can Hear You
By They Might Be Giants
Made at the Edison Laboratory

I can hear you
Just barely hear you
I can just barely hear you
This is a warning,
step away from the car
This car is protected by Viper
Guess where I am
I'm calling from the plane
I'll call you when I get there
You won't hear a buzz
But I'm buzzing you in
I'm buzzing you in
What's your order?
I can super-size that
Please bring your car around
I can hear you
Just barely hear you
I can just barely hear you



The Bells Are Ringing

The bells are ringing
The song they're singing
The sound is bringing the people round
They hear the instructions
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound
They are persuaded by the music of the bells
They're not responsible for anything they do
The people know
The way to go
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound

The bells are ringing
And everyone's walking
With arms extended in a trance
Forgetting their washing
Neglecting the children
They're dropping all businesses at hand
A voice is telling them to
Act a different way
They tilt their heads so they won't
Miss what it will say
And when it's so
There's this to know:
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound

A girl with cotton in her ears
Is shielded from the bell's effect
As if by hidden signal
The people turn to face her
One thousand eyes are staring
They pull away her earplugs

The bells are pealing
And they're revealing
The simple key to happiness
It isn't evil it isn't good it's only
What the bells possess
The bells explain what they've been lacking all along
They were disorganized and that was what was wrong
And now they know
The way to go:
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound

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