Something About Maggie Songtext
Maggie, don't you know?
He's got a real fuse about to blow
You've got to let him go
People say, people say, run away, run away
He really thinks that he's a D.J
Makes me want to slit my wrists
Breaking mirrors on the subway
No one dances to his hits
Doing whippets on the freeway
He's got a real fuse about to blow
You've got to let him go
People say, people say, run away, run away
He really thinks that he's a D.J
Makes me want to slit my wrists
Breaking mirrors on the subway
No one dances to his hits
Doing whippets on the freeway
Mommas and poppas shitting bricks, yeah!
Give him all a little leeway
No one dances to his playlist, yeah
You gotta let him go!
Maggie, don't you know?
He's got a real fuse about to blow
You've got to let him go
(People say, people say)
Maggie, your deck is stacked
You've got to hit your boyfriend back
You've got to hit him back
(People say, people say, run away, run away)
God bless the doomsday scrollers
Thinking about doom with all the work, ooh!
God damn the holy rollers
Making the matters worse
Fourth of July and it’s snowing (oh yeah)
Where do you think that you're going? (oh yeah) Yeah, I'll never let you go
Maggie, don't you know?
He's got a real fuse about to blow
You've got to let him go
(People say, people say)
Maggie, your deck is stacked
You've got to hit your boyfriend back
You've got to hit him back!
(People say, people say, run away, run away)
(People say, people say, run away, run away)
Maggie, don't you know?
He's got a real fuse about to blow
You've got to let him go
(People say, people say)
Maggie, your deck is stacked
You've got to hit your boyfriend back
You've got to hit him back
(People say, people say)
Maggie, maggie
Let him go!
(People say, people say)
Maggie, maggie
Hit him back
(People say, people say, run away, run away)
Give him all a little leeway
No one dances to his playlist, yeah
You gotta let him go!
Maggie, don't you know?
He's got a real fuse about to blow
You've got to let him go
(People say, people say)
Maggie, your deck is stacked
You've got to hit your boyfriend back
You've got to hit him back
(People say, people say, run away, run away)
God bless the doomsday scrollers
Thinking about doom with all the work, ooh!
God damn the holy rollers
Making the matters worse
Fourth of July and it’s snowing (oh yeah)
Where do you think that you're going? (oh yeah) Yeah, I'll never let you go
Maggie, don't you know?
He's got a real fuse about to blow
You've got to let him go
(People say, people say)
Maggie, your deck is stacked
You've got to hit your boyfriend back
You've got to hit him back!
(People say, people say, run away, run away)
(People say, people say, run away, run away)
Maggie, don't you know?
He's got a real fuse about to blow
You've got to let him go
(People say, people say)
Maggie, your deck is stacked
You've got to hit your boyfriend back
You've got to hit him back
(People say, people say)
Maggie, maggie
Let him go!
(People say, people say)
Maggie, maggie
Hit him back
(People say, people say, run away, run away)
