Whatever Songtext
von Garrison Keillor

God impale me on this miserable summer
Stuck here in the back of this old hatchback with my brother
Still no closer to Lake Woebegone
Stuck here listening to that Garrison Keillor

Sanity goes
Start jumping poles with old bird shit
Get back in the van
Stick to the plan
You know that whole bit
The road is longer to Lake Woebegone
When you′re listening to that Garrison Keillor


We're all waiting on someone to let us all in
Integrate us and convince we′re useful
Emulate each other
Pay us for syndication
Entertain us
How'd you get to be famous?
Whoa Whoa
Whoa

Get fired up sometimes
When they lead us to the flame
It just hurts a while
It's best ignoring the pain

We′re all waiting on someone to let us all in
Pull our asses out of class with a ruler
We′ll be waiting on someone to fill us in
Take us back to the place we met Garrison Keillor
Keillor
Whoa Whoa Whoa