Nirvan (summer '00)

You're curving
I slur my words in a swerve
And drop my jaw
On the curb
When you turn up my nerve
I'm trippin'
You're drippin'
I'm slippin' it in
We're sippin'
The Zippers, Squirrel Nut
Are from Chapel Hill
They're ill
But not like Rufus
He's right on Wainwright
He's never wrong
Then you turn my nerve on
You got your swerve on
The water slide the water fall
In Zelda's God-Almighty glove
Slidin' water's fallin'
Like we're fallin' in love
You turn my nerve on
You got your swerve on
You got your swerve on
You turn my nerve on
Takin' the 11:01 not out of New York
But Newark instead
Flyin' down to Charlotte
With good thoughts in my head
I strayed from the gate
I didn't do as I was told
I saw your lovely long gait
And I felt 16 years old
After a happy little detour into South Carolina
We drove to Rutherfordton
Just to meet your folks
And cruised on into Candler
Droppin' hints and jokes
And so on and so forth we'll go on
Where's Poppa, you ask?
I'm right here
You're like Trish Van Devere
And George Segal is breathless
At your little blue dress, miss
Ruth Gordon is brass
Kissing her little boys
Lily white ass
You got your swerve on
You turn my nerve on

(grunt and groan to end)