They Might Be Giants Weep Day
I never went to the tropical island Though everybody said they saw me there And it wasn't me you punched a hole in At the West German protest march Simultaneous events don't happen We are isolated temporally And a part is never called a whole thing Though it bothers it to know it's so Every man is made of two opinions Every woman has a second half And it's samba time for Tambo and Weep day for Urine Man I didn't write the words you hear me singing I didn't sing the line before this one You were not the one I was addressing That person took a train to Africa Where he met the consulate from Belgium Who is now a hermit in a cave Who is pitching for the Oakland Raiders Striking out the batter she became