Fat Freddy's Fingers Lyrics

Fat Freddy's fingers so lazily linger on the ebony and ivory keys

Seduced by a logic fuelled by the darkest liquid made from the sea

Warm it would tipple his handlebar rippled like a baby seal moistened and wet

As Fat Freddy's fingers combed through his moustache are you ready Freddy?

Not yet

They scream out with joyous air thumping persuasion

Burt Bacharach tunes they can wait

As Freddy begins the heart of Saturday night by his boho chic hero Tom Waits

Lost in a world of atmospherical discord and dissonant water bassoon

Fat Freddy's fingers when they decided arrived not a moment too soon

Husky dog howling and twisted face scowling his heavy perspiring brows poured

The nectar of labour infused with a favour a femme fatale Freddy adored

His fingers once bony wiry and stretched out

The teen showed such promise they said

But he wanted to travel let the world just unravel

In exotic climes he'd forget

What is success just a bind just a burden no one need write about me

I'd rather just hang out in fishermen towns where the villagers live by the sea

The smell of the air still salty still there tis the odour that he'll never forget

Now Fat Freddy's fingers indeed they do linger like a giant imaginary net

Just like the whale he thrashed his large tail

But flaccid he found himself beached

Run out of money and friends so my honey took a boat

She said my excuses too cheap

To an island so far you can't reach it by car

Freddy you can't hunt me down

I gambled our money our house and what's funny

I don't think that I want to be found

Freddy unstable more willing than able said nothing makes sense any more

As the audience clap his fingers

They rap to that Manhattan George Gershwin score

I think I'm prepared it's time that I dared in Fat Freddy's fingers a smoke

I live up with stars and a planet near mars but this busking musician is broke

The mob's always hungry a favour

To sell a brandy soaked voice says hey Freddy how's you?

I could track your girl down

I know people in towns and cities the whole world it's true

Fat Freddy's fingers anarchically linger clenching club like his fists

No moral incision I fear no derision a song first I healthily tip

Like a toothy grinned walrus

The alpha male saw us clasping their hands in a deal

Another hamster one gasps there ain't enough masks

To keep Freddy from riding that wheel