Текст песни: They Might Be Giants. We Want A Rock.

Where was I? I forgot the point that I was making
I said, ?If I was smart that I would save up for a piece of string?
And a rock to wind the string around

Everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around
Everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around

Throw the crib door wide let the people crawl inside
Someone in this town is trying to burn the playhouse down
They want to stop the ones who want a rock to wind a string around
But everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around

Throw the crib door wide let the people crawl inside
Someone in this town is trying to burn the playhouse down
They want to stop the ones who want a rock to wind a string around
But everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around

If I were a carpenter I'd hammer on my piglet, I'd collect the seven dollars
And I'd buy a big prosthetic forehead and wear it on my real head

Everybody wants prosthetic foreheads on their real heads
Everybody wants prosthetic foreheads on their real heads

Throw the crib door wide let the people crawl inside
Someone in this town is trying to burn the playhouse down
They want to stop the ones who want prosthetic foreheads on their heads
But everybody wants prosthetic foreheads on their real heads

Throw the crib door wide let the people crawl inside
Someone in this town is trying to burn the foreheads down
They want to stop the ones who want a rock to wind a string around
But everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around