They Might Be Giants - Number Three Lyrics
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Number Three
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What Are The Lyrics For Number Three By They Might Be Giants?
There's only two songs in me and I just wrote the third
Don't know where I got the inspiration or how I wrote the words Spent my whole life just digging up my music's shallow grave For the two songs in me and the third one I just made A rich man once told me "Hey life's a funny thing" A poor man once told me That he can't afford to speak Now I'm in the middle like a bird without a beak 'cause There's just two songs in me and I just wrote the third Don't know where I got the inspiration or how I wrote the words Spent my whole life just digging up my music's shallow grave For the two songs in me and the third one I just made So I went to the President And I asked old what's-his-name Has he ever gotten writer's block Or something like the same He just started talking Like he was on TV "If there's just two songs in ya, boy Whaddaya want from me?" So I bought myself some denim pants And a silver guitar But I politely told the ladies "You'll still have to call me Sir Because I have to keep my self-respect I'll never be a star Since there's just two songs in me And this is Number Three" |
Who Wrote Number Three By They Might Be Giants?
John Flansburgh, John Linnell, John C. Flansburgh, John S. Linnell
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What's The Duration Of The Number Three By They Might Be Giants?The duration of Number Three is 1:28 minutes and seconds. |
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