They Might Be Giants

The Pink Album


This is it! The album that changed the lives of John and John, two people we know as They Might Be Giants. This album, their debut, is untitled. However, since the album cover is mainly pink, it has come to be known as The Pink Album. On a personal note, this album has many great songs, and has become one of my most favorite TMBG release.

All songs written by John Linnell and John Flansburgh. Lead vocal on "Boat of Car" performed by: Margaret Seiler. Phoned-In Guitar on "Absolutely Bill's Mood" performed by: Eugene Chadbourne. All lyrics are copyright 1986 by They Might Be Giants Music.

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The Pink Album

* Everything Right Is Wrong Again
* Put Your Hand Inside The Puppet Head
* Number Three
* Don't Let's Start
* Hide Away Folk Family
* 32 Footsteps
* Toddler Hiway
* Rabid Child
* Nothing's Gonna Change My CLothes
* (She Was A) Hotel Detective
* She's An Angel
* Youth Culture Killed My Dog
* Boat Of Car
* Absolutely Bill's Mood
* Chess Piece Face
* Hope That I Get Old Before I Die
* Alienation's For The Rich
* The Day
* Rhythm Section Want Ad


Everything Right Is Wrong Again...

Everything right is wrong again
Just like in the long long trailer
All the dishes got broken and the car kept driving
And nobody would stop to save her

Wake me when it's over, touch my face
Tell me every word has been erasaed
Don't you want to know the reason
why the cupboard's not apealing
Don't you get the feeling that

Everything that's right is wrong again
You're a weasel overcome with dinge
Weasel overcome but not before the damage done
The healing doesn't stop the feeling

And now the song is over now

Everything right is wrong again
Every movement false, every four is waltz again
Every five and dime's been gained and spent
Tell me that you like my float upstream
Draw the line dividing laugh and scream
You know everything that I know so I know
You've heard the voice that makes the silent noise



Put Your Hand Inside The Puppet Head...

As your body floats down Third Street
With the burn-smell factory closing up
Yes it's sad to say you will romanticize
All the things you've known before
It was not so great
And as you take a bath in that beaten path
there's a punding at the door
It's a mighty zombie talking of some love and posterity
He says "The good old days never say good-bye
if you keep this in your mind:
You need some loving arms"
And as you fall from grace the only words you say are

Put your hand insode the puppet head

Ads up in the subway are the work of someone
Trying to please their boss
And though the guy's a pig we all know what he wants
Is just to please somebody else
If the puppet head was only busted in
It would be a better thing for everyone involved
and we wouldn't have to cry

Put your hand inside the puppet head

Quit my job down at the carwash
Didn't have to write no good-bye note
That reads: "The check's in the mail, and
I'll see you in church, and don't you ever change"
If the puppet head was only busted in
I'll see you after school

Put your hand inside the puppet head



Number Three...

There's only two songs in me and I just wrote the third
Don't know where I got the inspiration or how I wrote the words
Spent my whole life just digging up my music's shallow grave
For the two songs in me and the third one I just made

A rich man once told me
"Hey life's a funny thing"
A poor may once told me
That he can't afford to speak
Now I'm in the middle like a bird without a beak 'cause

There's just two songs in me and I just wrote the third
Don't know where I got the inspiration or how I wrote the words
Spent my whole life just digging up my music's shallow grave
For the two songs in me and the third one I just made

I went to the President
And I asked old what's-his-name
Has he ever gotten writer's block
Or something like the same
He just started talking
Like he was on TV
"If there's just two songs in ya, boy
Whaddya want from me?"

So I bought myself some denim pants
And a silver guitar
But I politely told the ladies
"You'll still have to call me Sir
Because I have to keep my self-respect
I'll never be a star
Since there's just two songs in me
and this is Number Three"



Don't Let's Start...

Don't let's start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you're my precious little girl
But don't let's start
I've got a weak heart
And I don't get around how you get around

When you are alone you are the cat, you are the phone
You are an animal
The words I'm singing now
Mean nothing more than meow to an animal
Wake up and smell the cat food in your bank account
But don't try to stop the tail that wags the hound

D, world destruction
Over and overture
N, do I need
Apostrophe T, need this torture?

No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful
Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful
They want what they're not and I wish they would stop saying,
Deputy dog dig a ding dang depadepa

I don't want to live in this world anymore
I don't want to live in this world



Hide Away Folk Family...

Hide away folk family
Or else someone's gonna get ya
Hide away folk family
Better hide away

Tippy-toe to the front door, Mother,
Because there's a guy with a long, long fuse
And the one thing you can't hide is all the fear you feel inside
And the fuse is spelling out these words

Tippy-toe to the flat-bed, Father,
Because they're pouring out our gasoline
And sadly the cross-eyed bear's been put to sleep behind the stairs
And his shoes are laced with irony



32 Footsteps...

32 footsteps leading to the room where the paint doesn't want to dry
32 footsteps running down the road where the dirt reaches the sky
32 feathers in my brand-new Indian headdress
32 new moons shining in 32 skies
What's the reason, why'd she go?
Where's my baby, I don't know
32 footsteps, counted them myself, 32 footsteps

What's the reason, why'd she go?
Where's my baby, I don't know
32 footsteps, counted them myself, 32 footsteps

32 lies my ears never saw when the floorboards gave way
32 walls come tumbling down and the night turns to day
32 infantrymen running in place
32 boxcars, all of them have your face

What's the reason, why'd she leave?
Don't you know we're on the eve of
32 footsteps? Counted them myself, 32 footsteps



Toddler Hiway...

In the mornin' sun 'round seven o'clock
The parking lot fills around Toys-R-Us
And my little girl, she will get away
Ride her bike down Toddler Hiway
Take your Close'n'Play
Toddler Hiway



Rabid Child...

Rabid child stays at home, talks on a CB
Truckers pass calling out their handles to the kid
Chess Piece Face and The Big Duluth call her every day
"Hammer down" and "rabbit ears" are the only words they know
If you pass the rabid child say "hammer down" for me
The rabid child



Nothing's Gonna Change My Clothes...

All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in
I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin
But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots
And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop

And the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancing skeleton
Surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in
A furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiny marble dice
Some people call them snake-eyes, but to me they look like mice

And nothing's smelling like a rose
But I don't care if no one's coming up for air
I know nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore



(She Was A) Hotel Detective...

She's got her ear to the walls and she's tappin' the calls
If you've got a secret boy, forget about it, 'cause she's a

Hotel Detective
Why don't you check her out

Well the bellhop is funky
The dumbwaiter's a monkey
If there's a knock at the door, boy, forget about it, 'cause she's a

Hotel Detective

She says she likes my face
She says she owns the place
Forget about it, 'cause she's a

Hotel Detective

Come on and swing with me
>From the top of a tree
And make me feel like a bee
That's where I want to know you



She's An Angel...

I met someone at the dog show
She was holding my left arm
But everyone was acting normal so I tried to look nonchalant.
We both said, "I really love you,"
The Shriners loaned us cars
We raced up and down the sidewalk twenty thousand million times

Why did they send her over anyone else?
How should I react? These things happen to other people
They don't happen at all, in fact

When you're following an angel
Does it mean you have to throw your body off a building?
Somewhere they're meeting on a pinhead
Calling you an angel, calling you the nicest things
I heard they had a space program
When they sing you can't hear, there's no air
Sometimes I think I kind of like that and
Other times I think I'm already there

Gonna ask for my admission
Gonna speak to the man in charge
The secretary says he's on another line,
Can I hold for a long, long time?
I found out she's an angel
I don't think she knows I know
I'm worried that something might happen to me
If anyone ever finds out



Youth Culture Killed My Dog...

Youth culture killed my dog
And I don't think it's fair
And his suicide can be justified
By the tastemakers, how they cried and cried

Bacharach and David used to write his favorite songs
Never would he worry, he'd just run and fetch the ball
But the night lights and my dog's life aren't exactly one and the same

Youth culture killed my dog
And I don't think it's fair
And the judgement made in the city of hate
Just broke his spirit so

Bacharach and David used to write his favorite songs
Never would he worry, he'd just run and fetch the ball
But the hiphop and the white funk just blew away my puppy's mind

I don't understand what you did to my dog

Youth culture killed my dog
And I don't think it's fair
And his suicide can be justified
By the tastemakers, how they cried and cried



Boat Of Car...

I took my boat for a car
I took that car for a ride
I was trying to get somewhere
But now I'm following the traces of your fingernails
That run along the windshield on the boat of car
Traces of your fingernails that run along the windshield
On the board of car



Absolutely Bill's Mood...

I was born in a lighthouse, my mother was the sea
I crawled to school each morning, when it occured to me
That life's just a mood ring we're not allowed to see
And this is what it said to me

My room is comfortably small
With rubber lining the walls
And there's someone always calling my name
He calls when I'm alone
And he calls when I'm not home
And he calls when I'm stuck out in the rain
I'm insane

Now listen all you swingers, don't you try to tag along
I know monkey see, but monkey's dead, for you it would be wrong
Put a dime in my jukebox, you'll only hear this song
And it won't be fun for long



Chess Piece Face...

What's gonna happen to Chess Piece Face
There I go but for my face
All I know could be defaced by the facts in the life of Chess Piece Face

I don't know where he lives
Or if he knows to sail
Or if little schemes like this one ever cross his trail
But I don't believe he's dreaming
Or if he cares to know
So I shudder in my lampshade

So, what's gonna happen to Chess Piece Face
There I go but for my face
All I know could be defaced by the facts in the life of Chess Piece Face



Hope That I Get Old Before I Die...

Sometimes I feel like being wispy
And once in a while I feel like being dry
But we're doomed and we're drowned by this feeling we surround
So I hope that I get old before I die

It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope
And I wonder why this hasn't happened
Why why why
And I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for a shirt
And I hope that I get old before I die

Clear off the kitchen table darling
For on the kitchen table I must lie
I'm just tired for my wife just served the banquet of my life
And I hope that I get old before I die



Alienation's For The Rich...

I got to get a job
Got to get some pay
My son's gotta go to art school
He's leaving in three days
And the TV's in Esperanto
You know that that's a bitch
But alienation's for the rich
And I'm getting poorer every day

Well I ain't feeling happy
About the state of things in my life
But I'm working to make it better
With a six of Miller High Life
Just drinking and a-driving
Making sure my dues get paid
Because alienation's for the rich
And I'm feeling poorer every day



The Day...

The day Marvin Gaye and Phil Ochs got married
The trees all waved their giant arms
And happiness bled from every streetcorner
And biplanes bombed with fluffy pillows

The day Marvin Gaye and Phil Ochs got married
The trees all waved their giant arms
And happiness bled from every streetcorner
And biplanes bombed with fluffy pillows



Rhythm Section Want Ad...

In a world we call our own there's lots of room to roam
Plenty of time to turn mistakes into rhyme
There's a place for those who love their poetry
It's just across from the sign that says, "Pros only"

So if you like a band with a chick singer,
Say your cup of tea is a wall of trombones
If you dig Menudo, or MDC we salute you the way we know
For every one with dollar signs in his eyes
There must be hundreds who look at you as if you're some kind of
Rhythm section want ad
No others need apply to the rhythm section want ad
I'll tell you why

Hats off to the new age hairstyle made of bones
Hats off to the use of hats as megaphones
Speak softly, drive a Sherman tank
Laugh hard, it's a long way to the bank

Do you sing like Olive Oyl on purpose
You guys must be into the Eurythmics
For every one with dollar signs in his eyes
There must be hundreds who look at you as if you're some kind of
Rhythm section want ad
No others need apply to the rhythm section want ad
And here's the reason why

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