Sing, sing like there's nobody listening Sing, sing like there's nobody watching It's times like this I feel I'm on the pavement It's like my heart's so numb Then I grab that book and turn the pages And see how far I've come And just sing, sing like

The big man arrives Disco dancers greet him Plainclothes cops greet him Small town, big man, fresh lipstick glistening Sophomore jive From victims of typewriters The band sounds like typewriters The big man he's not listening His eyes hold Edith

So dry your weeping eyes I will never leave, no I don't never want to hear you say that again Baby I'm not going nowhere Look at me, you understand me? Now, what gave you the silly idea that I'm about to leave Girl who you been listening to? They must be

Welcome back to the pipe Oh, hello, thank you for tuning in You're listening to Breeze FM Where we shoot the breeze, all day long Up next we have a little treat for you A few new songs from new comer Mac DeMarco, So sit back and enjoy Ladies and

I wanna go home with you Home with you Why don't we find somewhere quiet? Too many cooks in the kitchen Too many fools here listening Yeah, we can do whatever you want to Come on and set the mood Yeah, we can go as slow as you want to

Ready to sing My sixth sense peacefully place on my breath And listening My ears know that my eyes are closed Flickering I roam Buzz surrounds Closed eyed sky wide open Unlimited girl unlimited sigh As advertised

But nobody's listening (Told you everything loud and clear) Handful of anger, held in my chest Come, come, come, coming at you Try to give you warning but everyone ignores me Uphill struggle, blood, sweat, and tears Nothing to gain, everything to fear

My body's callin' for you I hear you callin' me I'm listening baby I hear you callin', "Here I come baby" To save you, oh oh Baby no more stallin' These hands have been longing to touch you baby And now that you've come around, to seein' it my way You

Xans gon' take you Xans gon' fake you (yeah) Xans don't make you (you) And Xans gon' betray you (what? Yeah) And if I die don't miss me (ayy) I wish that bitch just kiss me (ayy) (You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat) Ooh, I pop a Perc' when I'm

This is blues power! Play it now) Everybody understands the blues Are you listening? I say everybody understands the blues