Peel the Label

“I Dance Like the Wind”

Verse 1

I dance like the wind!

I dance like the wind!

Why Martha, your Sunday chapel dress…

What a lovely evening we’ve all had.

You can sit around with the gin

running out of your mouth,

You can humiliate me,

tear me to pieces all night long,

that’s perfectly okay.

That wasn’t a very nice thing to say, Martha.

Pre-Chorus

May I use the… uh… bar?

Oh yes, by all means.

Drink away.

You’ll need it as the years go on.

Chorus

You’re all flops.

I am the Earth Mother,

and you are all flops.

I dance like the wind!

I dance like the wind!

George and Martha,

sad, sad, sad.

George and Martha,

sad, sad, sad.

Verse 2

Martha is one hundred and eight years old,

she weighs somewhat more than that.

Some Greek with a mustache

Martha attacked one night.

Ah well, sure,

you can light my cigarette,

if you’re of a mind to.

No. There are limits.

I will hold your hand when it’s dark,

when you’re afraid of the boogeyman,

I will tote your gin bottles out after midnight

so no one can see.

But I will not light your cigarette.

And that, as they say,

is that.

Bridge

I disgust me.

There’s only been one man in my whole life

who ever made me happy.

George, my husband,

out somewhere there in the dark,

good to me,

whom I revile.

Who can make me happy,

and I do not wish to be happy.

Yes.

I do wish to be happy.

George and Martha,

sad, sad, sad.

Whom I will not forgive

for having come to rest,

for having seen me

and having said:

“Yes… this will do.”

Instrumental Break / Spoken

Peel the Label.

Peel the what?

Label.

Never mix, never worry!

Rubbing alcohol for you, Martha?

Sure. Never mix, never worry.

(Final Chorus)

It’s a familiar dance, monkey nipples,

they both know it.

It’s a familiar dance, monkey nipples,

they both know it.

SNAP!

It went SNAP!

There was a second,

just a second,

when maybe we could have cut through all this crap.

But it’s past.

And I’m not gonna try.

I dance like the wind.

I dance like the wind.

George and Martha.

Sad.

Sad.

Sad.