Sketches of Winkle lyrics

by

Ween


Well she danced like a floozie in a hot tub of guava
Aching 'round the scene, you know he's hip to her mantra
He was a meditated f*cker all strung-out on Sinatra
Sketching Van Winkle like there ain't no tomorr-a

I saw Van Winkle show up on the scene
I'm rubbing elbows when I saw that's he's been doing all those
Sketches of Winkle -- crying to the heavens in a fit of rage
Sketches of Winkle -- keeping little pumas locked up in a cage
Sketches of Winkle -- I think I love her but she don't love me
Sketches of Winkle -- why don't she love me, dude?
(I don't know)

She drained all the fluid from the sink in the kitchen
Aching round these b*tches all he's doing is b*tchin'
Steven said he went and bought a new pair of mittens
Mean Ween cut me and he said he was kidding

I saw Van Winkle show up on the scene
I'm rubbing elbows when I saw that's he's been doing all those
Sketches of Winkle -- crying to the heavens in a fit of rage
Sketches of Winkle -- keeping little pumas locked up in a cage
Sketches of winkle -- I think I love her but she don't love me
Sketches of Winkle -- why don't she love me, dude?
(I don't know)

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Rip Van Winkle -- Rip Rip Rip Van Winkle

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