Lyrics of 'Lemon Ohs Song' by Ookla The Mok
I'd look into your eyes but that's a cliche
I'd offer you the world but that's no fun
We could walk along the beach leaving our footprints in the sand
If only you'd stop saying that's been done
If only you'd stop saying that's been done
Just for once I'd like to write a little cliche
Or perhaps I'd steal a poem who's to know
I'd compose a worthy lyric and perform the perfect song
But somehow all my influences show
But somehow all my influences show
CHORUS:
I've got so much to say and all of it's cliche
So please don't say you've heard this one before
I'd like so much to speak but my words are not unique
So kiss goodbye creative metaphor
Well I awoke alone at four in the morning
Feeling like a stranger in a stranger land
Baby babe love honey sugar girl now momma don't you cry
We can make it if you'll only take my hand
We can make it if you'll only take my hand
CHORUS
I know this topic's far less than original
But won't you please give me the benefit of the doubt
For if it's true that there is nothing that has not been said before
Then you already know what this song's all about
You already know what this song's all about
CHORUS
I think it's time I wrote a song about my girlfriend
Where I can tell her that I love her and pretend to mean it
Or I can talk about my vision of the world's end
Though I know you won't believe me I swear I seen it
Or I can say your eyes are blue as the ocean
Even though they're kind of brownish-green or hazel
Or I can offer you my infinite devotion
Parsley sage rosemary thyme basil
It's just another cliche
I'll try to make you think I have a big vocabulary
By using words I find in Roget's New World Thesaurus
I'll go to B. Dalton's and buy a rhyming dictionary
And find neat words to use like crochet and brontosaurus
I'll write great songs with words like potentate and oligarchy
And show the world my social conscience I really care now
My songs will top the charts my name will top the marquee
To the oppressed I'll be an idol so don't despair now
It's just another cliche
I'll write a song about my love for all God's children
Reach out and touch somebody's hand but please don't touch me
These are the best days of our lives it won't get better
If that's the truth then that's depressing I don't feel like rhyming
I'll write the songs I'll write the albums I'll write a remix
I'll write and write until there's nothing that's left to write about
And I'll use adverbs I'll even use a prefix
I won't stop writing until my ideas run out
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