One Week

Barenaked Ladies6 Jul 1998
Lyrics

One Week (Album Version) - Barenaked Ladies

Written by:Ed Robertson

It's been one week since you looked at me

 

Cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry

Five days since you laughed at me saying

Get that together come back and see me

 

Three days since the living room

 

I realized it's all my fault but couldn't tell you

Yesterday you'd forgiven me

But it'll still be two days 'til I say I'm sorry

 

Hold it now and watch the hoodwink

As I make you stop think

You'll think you're looking at Aquaman

I summon fish to the dish

Although I like the Chalet Swiss

I like the sushi cause it's never touched a frying pan

Hot like wasabi when I bust rhymes

Big like LeAnn Rimes

Because I'm all about value

Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits

You try to match wits

You try to hold me but I bust through

Gonna make a break and take a fake

I'd like a stinking aching shake

I like vanilla it's the finest of the flavours

Gotta see the show cause then you'll know

The vertigo is gonna grow

Cause it's so dangerous

You'll have to sign a waiver

 

How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad

Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad

I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral

Can't understand what I mean

Well you soon will

I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve

I have a history of taking off my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me

 

Threw your arms in the air

And said you're crazy

Five days since you tackled me

I've still got the rug burns on both my knees

It's been three days since the afternoon

 

You realized it's not my fault

Not a moment too soon

Yesterday you'd forgiven me

And now I sit back and wait til you say you're sorry

 

Chickity China the Chinese chicken

You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'

Watching X-Files with no lights on

We're dans la maison

I hope the Smoking Man's in this one

Like Harrison Ford I'm getting frantic

 

Like Sting I'm tantric

Like Snickers guaranteed to satisfy

Like Kurasawa I make mad films

Okay I don't make films

But if I did they'd have a Samurai

Gonna get a set of better clubs

Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs

Just so my irons aren't always flying off the back-swing

Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon

Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes

That make me think the wrong thing

How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad

Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad

I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral

Can't understand what I mean

Well you soon will

I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve

I have a history of losing my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me

 

Dropped your arms to your sides

And said I'm sorry

Five days since I laughed at you and said

You just did just what I thought you were gonna do

Three days since the living room

 

We realized we're both to blame

But what could we do

Yesterday you just smiled at me

Cause it'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry

 

It'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry

 

It'll still be two days 'til we say wasasbi

 

Birchmount Stadium home of the Robbie

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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