Roy Zimmerman - The Lyrics

T.M.I.
words and music by Roy Zimmerman
© 1998 Watunes (BMI)
(From Comic Sutra - Live at Luna Park)

The guy sittin' next to me on the metro line downtown
Keeps grindin' his teeth and makin' a dying cricket sort of sound
Says, "They got me on so many drugs I could open a pharmaceutical museum
I'm narcoleptic and I've bit off every cuticle

I got a shunt in my cranium that drains into my bladder
And now I'm pissin' my brains out and there's something else the matter with my colon
There's a hole in my colon, yeah, and it hurts when I go bowlin'
I start to palpitate and hallucinate when I masturbate"
And I said, "Wait!

That's T.M.I. Too Much Information
That's more than I need to know about your situation, frankly,
That's T.M.I. Too Much Information
Here's twenty dollars forget we had this conversation"

The guy in front of me in the county courthouse line
Says, "Hey, let me borrow your guitar, somebody ripped off mine
I guess I should'a never tried to be a dom when I know I'm a sub
I should'a never got that jalapeno rub in public
Got a chain gives me pain when I sustain an erection
And a string of sausages 'round my neck to indicate my predilection for food
I'm into food I mean I'm INTO food
And since I've been paroled I can't be controlled around the jello mold"
And I said, "Hold it!

That's T.M.I. Too Much Information
That's more than I need to know about your situation, buddy,
That's T.M.I. Too Much Information
Go call a psychologist on your local right-wing radio station

What is it about my face
That makes people wanna spew their private lives all over a public place
Comin' at me with their guts displayed

Like the woman on the sidewalk at the Veterans Day Parade
Says "I'm a pagan vegan veterinarian, can I share your shade?
These ultra-violet rays are messing up my spiritual receptors
I believe this was meant to be
Wait can you hear it?
You'll be a priest in the next life and porn star in the life after that
I'm a hemophiliac, I could love you if you loved my cat
I got a '69 Volvo and a recipe for bananas hashish
I'm a real blonde
I was personal masseuse to the Bhagwan Rajneesh (well, one of them)
And I believe that people ought to follow the truth of their heart
I want to fly around the world no, wait, I'm channeling Amelia Earhart
I wanna tie your hands behind your neck and paint your name on your chest in molasses
I wanna go to Disneyland and get our caricatures done in magic marker on our asses
Yeah..."

And I said "Really?
I like molasses."

She said, "That's T.M.I. Too Much Information
That's more than I need to know about your situation, baby,
That's T.M.I. Too Much Information
Just get in the Volvo before you ruin my reputation
Too Much Information
More than I need to know about your situation, baby,
That's T.M.I. Too Much Information
You're the first man I ever loved since my operation."

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