Nothing to Do With Me Songtext
von Stereolab

Absurd and sensible
Quite unacceptable
Let go, pull your leg off
Control, out of control

It′s the bed-wetting thing
That brought us here doctor
It's the bed-wetting thing

You tripped
Dog on a leash
You had never noticed

Nothing to do with me
Says he weeing his feet

Well, it won′t go away overnight
But it will go away
In the end


You did such a great job
With the boiler last time
Please, can you mend my baby?
He hasn't moved for three weeks

Don't they use coffins
When they are that small
I don′t want this poor thing in my house

Sir, my chin
Has been getting rather hot lately
So lick your chin, stand on a tall building in the stiff breeze

Don′t know what to do, it's Saturday night
I seek good advice
From whom knows what′s right
Why don't you ring friends
And go for a few drinks and then go see a movie

Did you prescribe my daughter a pound of heroin?
I′m sorry, I can't see, I think I′ve blinded myself
Did you prescribe my daughter a pound of heroin?
I'm sorry, I can't see, I think I′ve blinded myself
It isn′t a spot, it is a baby
You're not a doctor, you′re a wanker