Pere Ubu - I hear they smoke the barbeque.


A       Bm
I lie awake
G                       A
I was waiting for the clouds to break
No doubt you've heard
about the door in through the Northern Pole
It's hard to believe  ( hard t'believe )
Are there people really living underneath?

I hear they live on fruit and air
I hear they love ole Yogi Bear
I hear they're good at parking cars
I hear they want to be like we are

They'll move next door  ( They'll move next door)
They'll be a part of the neighborhood
But as sad as we are
the company must love misery
Now that we're on the downside of forever
I fear hard times are beginning
for real

I hear their sky is pink all day
I hear they love ole Yogi Bear
I hear they sneak around at night
I hear they want to be like we are

We stay up late  (We stay up late)
We're waiting for the clouds to break
Through the barbeque smoke
men from Mars man
It's no joke!

We're not alone
and eager eyes watch the sky
My new buddies and me ... we say
Misery must love company

Now that we're on the downside of forever
I fear that hard times are beginning
for real

I lie awake
waiting for the clouds to break.....




Writers:
Feldman-Jones-Krauss-Maimone-Thomas
©1991 PolyGram Music Publishing Ltd (ROW),
Songs of PolyGram Intl., Inc. (US/Can)
Lyrics by David Thomas