Well‐Dressed Songtext
von Hop Along

Well-dressed, but walking
In the wrong direction
Louisiana
My disordered road always
Led straight back into you

Ha ha ha! Goes the train
I wanted to leave
But here I am again
Louisiana
I don′t remember I don't remember
Ever shaking hands with, you know who

When I was alive I lived despite the law
Now the law has buried me many many times
It′s built a freeway all around my bed
I saw it once open its great mouth wide
But it was so full of afflicted houses and buildings
I can't remember what it was saying


Well-dressed, well
Some of us are
That is the ones who know how that is
Some of us are
That is the ones who know how that is (that is, that is)

I read about you and came home to find my mother
Staring deep into the dark, dark web
She's begging me not to give my
Social security number to anybody else
There goes the sound of the freeway

Ha ha ha ha ha, goes the train
Ha ha ha ha ha, goes the train

Well-dressed but
Walking in, walking in
I don′t wanna go back, go back

Do do dodo dodo
Do dodo dodo
Do dodo dodoo
Do do dodo dodo
Do dodo dodo
Do dodo dodoo


Do do dodo dodo
Do dodo dodo
Do dodo dodoo
Do do dodo dodo
Do dodo dodo
Do dodo dodoo

Do do dodo dodo
Do dodo dodo
Do dodo dodoo
Do do dodo dodo
Do dodo dodo
Do dodo dodoo