The Giraffes - Smoke Machine lyrics

Everybody says i'm too uptight And i spend too much time alone These are the same people Friends of mine I rip em off GARBLE I'm as pure as a pretty little baby With a name that everybody hates When i make up my mind To get out of bed When the chubby baby legs Start pressing the ground its time He was poor boy once But it didn't sit well Having doubts about his friends Movin out of his home town Know he's looking for the best way To let everybody know Just how far he's gone He's as pure as a pretty little baby With a face that everybody hates When i make up my mind To get out of bed When the chubby baby legs Start pressing the ground its time Thats what smoke machines are for Help to spread the glow Thats what I.C.U's are for Let the good times roll And now i got a brand new best friend And now he knows just where i been And now i'm gonna use his name Use his name on everything I ever have to sign again That's what smoke machines are for Help to spread the glow That's what german names are for Tell the inside joke I'm as pure as a pretty little baby With a thing that everybody hates When i make up my mind To get out of bed When the chubby baby legs Start pressing the ground its time