Song Lyrics

Ten years living in a paper bag,
Feedback baby, he's a flipped out cat,
He's a platinum canary, drinkin' Falstaff beer,
Mercedes rule, and a rented leer.

Bottom feeder insincere,
High fed low fat pioneer,
Sell the house and go to school.
Pretty young girlfriend, daddy's jewel.

[Chorus]
A change,
(A change would do you good)
Would do you good,
(A change would do you good)
I think a change,
(A change would do you good)
Would do you good.
(A change would do you good)

God's little gift is on the rag,
Poster girl posing in a fashion mag,
Canine, feline, Jekyll and Hyde?
Wear your fake fur on the inside.

Queen of south beach, aging blues,
Dinners at six, wear your cement shoes,
I thought you were singing your heart out to me,
Your lips were singing and now I see.

[Chorus: x2]

Chasing dragons with plastic swords,
Jack off jimmy everybody wants more,
Scully and angel on the kitchen floor,
And I'm calling buddy on the ouija board.

I've been thinking 'bout catching a train,
Leave my phone machine by the radar range,
"Hello it's me, I'm not at home,
If you'd like to reach me, leave me alone"

A change,
(A change would do you good)
Would do you good,
(A change would do you good)

"Hello it's me, I'm not at home,
If you'd like to reach me, leave me alone"

[Chorus]

Brian Macleod, Brian S. Macleod, Jeff Trott, Sheryl Crow, Sheryl Suzanne Crow