If I pay you five dollars, will you try to make my band?
If I pay you ten, would you make me well instead?
I love your »baby, baby« harmonies.
You really brighten up my basement suite.
We should go down to the mall,
look at people, judge them all.
Judge them, before they judge us,
and leave there feeling bad.
We could sit and pick our hands.
I think you're a genious
and when you make your hangnails bleed,
you deserve a Ph. D.
If I pay you five dollars, will you try to make my band?
If I pay you ten, would you make me well instead?
I love your »honey, honey« harmonies.
You really brighten up my basement suite.
We should put that record on,
the one you found when you were gone.
The one that has those sad, sad songs,
that makes you sing out loud.
We could start a basement band;
guitar hooks caught in your hand.
We'll travel through the west side nights
and go down the main street lights.
If I pay you five dollars, will you try to make my band?
If I pay you ten will you make me well instead?
Baby, I love your »I love you« harmonies.
You really brighten up my basement suite, suite.
The first line might be »bed« instead of »band« but I'm not sure. The liner notes say »bed«. Corrections are welcome.
See also Lyrics.