Y the Quale and the Vaguely Bird Noisily Enjoying Their Forbidden Tryst / I'd Be a Yellow Feathered Loon Songtext
von of Montreal

I′d be a yellow feathered loon for you baby
Be a German shepherd on the moon for you baby
Be a granulated spoon
For you baby
I'd be a camper in a photograph for you

Then when the sun has set
Romantic times have passed
And our conversations are a bore
I′ll become a different man
So you can get to know me again


I'd be a rubber banded flute for you baby
Be an union parachute for you baby
Be a baby that's a mute for you baby
I′d be an insecurity in a Tibetan′s head for you

Then when the sun has set
Romantic times have passed
And our conversations are a chore
I'll become a different man
So you can get to know me again

I′d be a uniform on an imbecile for you

If you want me to die trying I will die to please you

I'd be a pepper minted rook for you baby
Be an unhappy organ donor′s book for you baby
Be a straw covered in scum and gook for you baby
I'd be a wrestler in a tuxedo shirt for you
I′d be an antacid with a brown wig on for you