I Write the B‐Sides Songtext
von EELS

I write the B-sides
That make a small portion of the world cry
I like the seaside
And singing songs that make you not wanna die

Throw a stone into the sea
And wait for it to come back to me
Better get out on the boat
′Cause someone told me that stones don't float


I like to sit out back
And look up at the squirrels in the trees
They don′t like radio tracks
And they don't ever talk down to me

Throw a nut up in the tree
Gonna fall right back on me
Well, these guys know who they are
And what they need's in their own backyard

Hoo-hoo
Hoo

I like to play in the snow
I stick my hand in. Now, where did it go?
It might be mighty cold
But that′s all part of not doing what you′re told