Howard Songtext
von Rickie Lee Jones

(Hoo ba doo be, hoo ba doo be)
(Hoo ba doo be, hoo ba doo be)

The spirits of her abortion had manifested
The spirits of all her abortions had manifested
Themselves into the furniture in the room
There would be a chair, waiting, smiling
The pictures on the wall watched her in disbelief
She′d go carry the garbage out to the sidewalks
Come back in and sit with all her children
Inanimate, petrified forever

(Hoo ba doo be, hoo ba doo be)
(Hoo ba doo be, hoo ba doo be)
(Hoo ba doo be, hoo ba doo be)
(Hoo ba doo be, hoo ba doo be)

A little boy named Howard
Everybody knows one of those guys in schools
Who kills everything he finds
Every little cat, every mouse, every dog
Likes to burn his sister with cigarettes


(Hoo ba doo be, hoo ba doo be)
You, you you you
(Hoo ba doo be, hoo ba doo be)

I had to go to my congressman the other day
Had to see my congressman about it
He said he'd do his best, I don′t doubt it, but

(Hoo ba doo be, hoo ba doo be)
They talk about that alcohol helps to (hoo ba doo be)
(Hoo ba doo be, hoo ba doo be)
Diabolical schemes (hoo ba doo be)
David... bolical schemes (hoo ba doo be)

Everything has been conspired, the doors wired
That's 'cause of those south Americans
Who tied him up in that chair, heh, heh
He was doing that dope deal, he never got over that
They were probably gonna-


(Hoo ba doo be, hoo ba doo be)
You′re just made of words (hoo ba doo be)
You′re just made of words (hoo ba doo be)
You're just made of words (hoo ba doo be, hoo ba doo be)
You′re just made of sounds
You're just made of sounds
You′re just made of sounds
(Ahh... stop!)