Apologies To Mr. Gottlieb lyrics
by R. Stevie Moore
Hey Mister Gottlieb, please
Don't die with the Aborigines
I beg you to take me
Why won't you take me?
Hey Mister Gottlieb, please
You're a jukebox king indeed
I'm sure he's successful
Your kind of party's alright
I'm naked in the night
Like you
Hey Mister Gottlieb, please
I'm sorry that I would sneeze like that
It's a fact, sir
I love your act, sir
He Mister Gottlieb, please
Now you got me in a freeze
I'm sure I'm successful
I wanna be in your band
I'm certain that I can like you
Someone told me
You need a drum man
A healthy wealthy man
A rich b*tch-of-a-man
A kind of art fan, too?
Hey Mister Gottlieb, please listen