Lyrics Hobo Johnson – Mover Awayer
Text:
One-two-three-four-five-six-do it!
(Yeah)
Fear the m-
(They’ve got a hot one for you)
Fear the man who lives without love
And the lover who lives without fear
Fear the man who always wants to fight, he’s not a talker
Fear the talker who never wants to fight
He’s got no guts
Fear the man who knows he’s gonna die
So he cries every night and just denies his life’s beauty
And fear the man who has heaven in his plans
So he gets so complacent that he doesn’t call his family
Fear the man who doesn’t understand
That there’s a million fish in the sea, but
Fear the girl who he really thinks is a different species, she’ll rip your heart out
She makes my Mondays feel like Fridays
(Give me a break)
She makes my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihanas
(Give me a break)
And all I’ve really wanted
(Give me a break)
For us to get along
For us to get along
She makes my Mondays feel like Fridays
(Give me a break)
She makes my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihanas
(Give me a break)
And all I’ve really wanted
For us to get along
For us to get along
(Give me a break)
My girl moved away, huh
Can’t help but think it’s something that I say that
Makes her flee my loving arms and smiling face
And moves to a place where nobody even lovingly says her name
You know, it’s something that I’d do
Like not text back for a day or two, that says she deserves someone better, but
Every single guy she’s ever loved to me sounds really fucking dumb, and stupid
If I become a man
I’ll grab your cheek with my unwavering hand and
I’ll tell you that I’ll never second guess all the lovely love we made
And you don’t want kids but let’s think about it someday, you know
But you moved away and I
I grabbed you tight and then
I helped you to your car in that shitty parking lot, you know
I really miss you, and I hope that you miss me too
I really hope that you miss me too
She makes my Mondays feel like Fridays
(Give me a break)
She makes my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihanas
(Give me a break)
And all I’ve really wanted
(Give me a break)
For us to get along
For us to get along
She makes my Mondays feel like Fridays
(Give me a break)
She makes my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihanas
(Give me a break)
And all I’ve really wanted
(Give me a break)
For us to get along
For us to get along
(One-two-three-four-five-six-do it!)
(Give me a break)
(Give me a break)
(Give me a break)
In the more beautiful of films
The hopeless protagonist dies in the end
And whether his eyes stay shut
Or he just stops caring enough
It feels the same
You made my Mondays feel like Fridays
You made my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihanas
And all I’ve really wanted
Was for us to get along
(Give me a break)
