Am                    G                       Dm         Am
She complained, you look different, yeah, but I'm keeping my name
    Am                  G                Dm            Am
You're not drinking the usual, I said it all tastes the same
    Am                  G                F
She fled, you smell like L.A., yeah, but check out my new frames
                G       D                E Em E Em
You know these cool shades make you look bitching

    Am                  G              Dm         Am
Oh, she split from our table mumbling remember to tip
    Am             G            Dm         Am
I had a twenty in ready but I said I might skip
    Am           G                      F
Some people act funny when you're just trying to be hip
            G            D          E Em E Em
Oh, spend a little time outside the kitchen

    Am        G             Dm         Am
Magnificent miles, trying out this new walk
    Am          G                   Dm         Am
And people are watching, it's like stepping on chalk
    Am           G            F
Learning curves behind like a memory stalks
     G              D         E Em E Em
But in all it's an innocent mission

    Am              G                 Dm         Am
She rang late last night, said that wasn't you, was it?
    Am               G        Dm         Am
I said all colors of money are fit for deposit
    Am           G              F
Half naked right now, I've got soup in the closet
            G              D              E Em E Em
Oh, it's sometimes with words I'm just fishing

    Am         G               Dm         Am
Should I come over? It sounds like you need me
    Am              G          Dm         Am
I said, hey, that's funny, you sound like my TV
    Am              G              F
Just try this thing once, it'll make life so easy
          G           D           E Em E Em
And even puppies come under suspicion

    Am             G          Dm         Am
Then a lover came knocking, I opened the door
    Am             G                 Dm         Am
With an apple in my hand, she said, what's that core?
    Am                G             F
It's the past and the future, but I shouldn't say more
     G              D     E Em E Em
And that's just my radio hissing

    Am               G               Dm         Am
Well, I know you too well and I know you're no villain
    Am              G              Dm         Am
I said, don't look now 'cause I'm ripping off Dylan
    Am                     G              F
What you see is a little crusty, the real thing's the fillin?
     G              D              E Em E Em
The sound bite from a verbal beautician

    Am                 G               Dm         Am
All the jokers in this world, they're swarming like bees
    Am           G               Dm         Am
Catch one to the head, make you fall to your knees
    Am             G             F
Lenny Bruce was a prophet in the 1960's
     G        D              E Em E Em
Two shows at tonight's inquisition

    Am          G          Dm         Am
And drifted and dreaming, lost in the bed
    Am           G           Dm         Am
Body's ups and down are just food for the head
    Am                 G                  F
It's front page and French fries or the funny pages instead
     G        D              E Em E Em
We tickle the truth into submission

     G              D       E Em E Em
All in all it's an innocent mission
     G              D       E Em E Em
Just tickle the truth into submission
     G              D      E Em E Em
And tickle the truth into submission