Young Agent Jones: Music & Lyrics
All American
(Young Agent Jones)
1998
Lyrics -- Jones
Rethink your explanation
Spock screams "highly illogical"
Your thoughts far from damnation
And more along the lines of "golly gee, oh"
I'm trying hard to believe what you say
You look good although you're full of it
You see flowers growing out of decay
I see some flowers in a big pile of--
She is freaking me out
But she's all I want, she's
All American, with traces of carotene
A blue-eyed metropolitan
If God is right, than you're all right
The glow of a blessed saint
Is on you like latex paint
A bare bum would make you faint
A collard-green, American dream
Am I supposed to be your fan?
Should I start to give you a hand?
A candy shell of innocence
Helps to maintain your confidence
And it makes you feel as though you belong
Because I'm not the only one
Who remembers bliss and fun
And regrets knowing too much
But you can't be touched
So continue not to mind
And let your logos keep on snoring
Good girls are hard to find
And bad girls are mostly boring
You obsessive hygiene freak
A thousand chemicals and tools honey
You must make wonderful cake
I'm sure you'll marry into lots of--
Mom would really be proud
To trade recipes with an
All American