Fly Paper - Thee More Shallows

I’m going to steer clear of everyone

I am no near deer, queer for anyone

Flitty me flies high above connections

Because the fly that was dried in the glue, yes he made one

And if I as a crow see some pizza foil on a trash heap

And the sun glints off its silver skin so it leaps just like a fish

And I react like a seagull I’ll still pull out in mid-dive

In case it’s a trap set by rats…

I know, I know, that’s just how I am

(do do, do do, do do, do do, do do, do do)

(do)

It’s trouble up, trouble down:

I’ve steered myself so clear of everything

If I was a black bear I’d hibernate all through the year

But I’m from a race that kept on lapping me so long the crowd went home

And left me limping around the track watching my rear view mirror

And things look so much better after they have passed me by

I feel like Charlie Heston riding on a horse on the beach

But I’d rather be an ape if it helps me take the last fruit

Off of the very last tree 'cause it’s out of my reach

(do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do)