Album: Road Trip

Mr. E's Beautiful Blues [Eels]



The smokestack is spitting black soot into the sunny sky
The load on the road brings a tear to the Indian's eye
The Elephant won't forget what it's like inside his cage
The Ringmaster's Telecaster sings on an empty stage

God damn right it's a beautiful day Ahah
God damn right it's a beautiful day Ahah

The girl with the curls and the sweet big ribbon in her hair
She's crawled out the window 'cause her daddy just don't care
(Come on!)

God damn right it's a beautiful day Ahah
God damn right it's a beautiful day Ahah

The clown with the frown driving down to the sidewalk fair
Finger on the trigger I tell you he is quite a scare

God damn right it's a beautiful day Ahah
God damn right it's a beautiful day Ahah

The kids fit their lids when their heads hear that crazy sound
Their neighbour digs the flavour still he's moving to another town
(and i don't believe he'll come back)

God damn right it's a beautiful day Ahah
God damn right it's a beautiful day Ahah

And I don't know how you're taking all the shit you see
You don't believe anyone but most of all openly agree

God damn right it's a beautiful day Ahah
God damn right it's a beautiful day Ahah