Widespread Panic

Tickle the Truth

She complained, you look different, yeah, but I'm keeping my name

You're not drinking the usual, I said it all tastes the same

She fled, you smell like L.A., yeah, but check out my new frames

You know these cool shades make you look bitching

Oh, she split from our table mumbling remember to tip

I had a twenty in ready but I said I might skip

Some people act funny when you're just trying to be hip

Oh, spend a little time outside the kitchen

Magnificent miles, trying out this new walk

And people are watching, it's like stepping on chalk

Learning curves behind like a memory stalks

But in all it's an innocent mission

She rang late last night, said that wasn't you, was it?

I said all colors of money are fit for deposit

Half naked right now, I've got soup in the closet

Oh, it's sometimes with words I'm just fishing

Should I come over? It sounds like you need me

I said, hey, that's funny, you sound like my TV

Just try this thing once, it'll make life so easy

And even puppies come under suspicion

Then a lover came knocking, I opened the door

With an apple in my hand, she said, what's that core?

It's the past and the future, but I shouldn't say more

And that's just my radio hissing

Well, I know you too well and I know you're no villain

I said, don't look now 'cause I'm ripping off Dylan

What you see is a little crusty, the real thing's the fillin?

The sound bite from a verbal beautician

All the jokers in this world, they're swarming like bees

Catch one to the head, make you fall to your knees

Lenny Bruce was a prophet in the 1960's

Two shows at tonight's inquisition

And drifted and dreaming, lost in the bed

Body's ups and down are just food for the head

It's front page and French fries or the funny pages instead

We tickle the truth into submission

All in all it's an innocent mission

Just tickle the truth into submission

And tickle the truth into submission