El Scorcho
Lyrics
Goddamn you half-Japanese girls Do it to me every time Oh, the redhead said you shred the cello And I'm jello, babyfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
basic rock song structuresa subtle use of vocal harmony
extensive vamping
mixed acoustic and electric instrumentation
major key tonality
electric rhythm guitars
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Listening to Cio-Cio San, fall in love all over again I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me I'm a lot like you so please, hello, I'm here, I'm waiting But that's just a stupid dream that I won't realize "I'm falling for you" I'm a lot like you so please, hello, I'm here, I'm waiting And maybe you just don't know what to do Songwriter: Rivers Cuomo Do it to me every time Publisher: E.O. SMITH MUSIC How stupid is it? I can't talk about it I'm a lot like you Why you wanna go and do me like that? 'Cause I can't even look in your eyes without shaking and I ain't faking 'Cause I think we'd make a good team Come down on the street and dance with me (How cool is that?) I'm a lot like you And I'm jello, baby How stupid is it? Won't you gimme a minute Goddamn you half-Japanese girls And then my heart stopped I wish I could get my head out of the sand And I'm waiting I'll bring home the turkey if you bring home the bacon I asked you to go to the Green Day concert And you would keep my fingernails clean I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me How stupid is it? For all I know you want me too I'm a lot like you How cool is that? Watching Grunge Leg-drop New Jack through a press table Or maybe you're scared to say I'm the epitome of public enemy I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me Just come up to me and say hello to my heart I'm a lot like you so please, hello, I'm here, I'm waiting So I went to your room and read your diary But you won't talk, won't look, won't think of me I gotta sing about it and make a record of my heart You said you never heard of them Oh, the redhead said you shred the cello


