Wow. These studio instrumentals make me really notice and appreciate just how much composition went into the making of pretty. Odd. I’m honestly sad that these days of Panic! are over, but am damn delighted that they happened
This is such a beautiful song. I hope in the future I can create something as amazing as this song. Just listening to it takes me into a wonderland full of flowers and rolling fields of green. All of our terrible world is blocked out and all I know is the utopian society in my head.
🎼🎤🎻 *Lyrics* 🎼🎤🎻 [Verse 1] A daydream spills from my corked head Breaks free of my wooden neck Left to nod over sleeping waves Like bobbing bait for bathing cod Floating flocks of candled swans Slowly drift across wax ponds [Chorus] The men all played along to marching drums And, boy, did they have fun, behind the sea They sang, (hey!) So our matching legs are marching clocks And we're all too small to talk to God Yes, we're all too smart to talk to God [Verse 2] Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs To us from the dock Jinxed things ringing as they leak Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch Sprouting suns and ageless daughters Don't you know, don't you know That those watermelon smiles Just can't ripen underwater Just can't ripen underwater? [Chorus] The men all played along to marching drums And, boy, did they have fun, behind the sea They sang, (hey!) So our matching legs are marching clocks And we're all too small to talk to God Yes, we're all too smart to talk to God Oh, we're all too smart to talk to God [Bridge] Oh, legs of wood waves Waves of wooden legs (yeah!) Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves Waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves Waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves Waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs [Outro] So close..
A daydream spills from my corked head Breaks free of my wooden neck Left a nod over sleeping waves Like bobbing bait for bathing cod Floating flocks of candled swans Slowly drift across wax ponds The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yes, we're all too smart To talk to God Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs To us from the dock Jinxed things ringing as they leak Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch Sprouting suns and ageless daughters Don't you know Don't you know That those watermelon smiles Just can't ripen underwater Just can't ripen underwater The men all played along To marching…
Panic! at the Disco A daydream spills from my corked head Breaks free of my wooden neck Left a nod over sleeping waves Like bobbing bait for bathing cod Floating flocks of candled swans Slowly drift across wax ponds The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yes, we're all too smart To talk to God Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs To us from the dock Jinxed things ringing as they leak Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch Sprouting suns and ageless daughters Don't you know Don't you know That those watermelon smiles Just can't ripen underwater Just can't ripen underwater The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yes, we're all too smart To talk to God Oh Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs
A daydream spills from my corked head Breaks free of my wooden neck Left a nod over sleeping waves Like bobbing bait for bathing cod Floating flocks of candled swans Slowly drift across wax ponds The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yes, we're all too smart To talk to God Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs To us from the dock Jinxed things ringing as they leak Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch Sprouting sons and ageless daughters Don't you know Don't you know That those watermelon smiles Just can't ripen underwater Just can't ripen underwater The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yeah, we're all too smart To talk to God Oh, we're all too smart To talk to God Ooooh Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs
A daydream spills from my corked head Breaks free of my wooden neck Left a nod over sleeping waves Like bobbing bait for bathing cod Floating flocks of candled swans Slowly drift across wax ponds The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yes, we're all too smart To talk to God Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs To us from the dock Jinxed things ringing as they leak Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch Sprouting suns and ageless daughters Don't you know Don't you know That those watermelon smiles Just can't ripen underwater Just can't ripen underwater The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yes, we're all too smart To talk to God Oh Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Oh
*Behind The Sea* _Panic! At The Disco_ A daydream spills from my corked head Breaks free of my wooden neck Left a nod over sleeping waves Like bobbing bait for bathing cod Floating flocks of candled swans Slowly drift across wax ponds The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we’re all too small To talk to God Yes, we’re all too smart To talk to God Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs To us from the dock Jinxed things ringing as they leak Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk Scarecrow, now it’s time to hatch Sprouting suns and ageless daughters Don’t you know Don’t you know That those watermelon smiles Just can’t ripen underwater Just can’t ripen underwater The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we’re all too small To talk to God Yes, we’re all too smart To talk to God Oh Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Oh
A daydream spills from my corked head Breaks free of my wooden neck Left a nod over sleeping waves Like bobbing bait for bathing cod Floating flocks of candled swans Slowly drift across wax ponds The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yes, we're all too smart To talk to God Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs To us from the dock Jinxed things ringing as they leak Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch Sprouting suns and ageless daughters Don't you know Don't you know That those watermelon smiles Just can't ripen underwater Just can't ripen underwater The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yes, we're all too smart To talk to God Oh Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Oh
A daydream spills from my corked head Breaks free of my wooden neck Left a nod over sleeping waves Like bobbing bait for bathing cod Floating flocks of candled swans Slowly drift across wax ponds The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yes, we're all too smart To talk to God Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs To us from the dock Jinxed things ringing as they leak Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch Sprouting suns and ageless daughters Don't you know Don't you know That those watermelon smiles Just can't ripen underwater Just can't ripen underwater The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yes, we're all too smart To talk to God Oh Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Oh
A daydream spills from my corked head Breaks free of my wooden neck Left a nod over sleeping waves Like bobbing bait for bathing cod Floating flocks of candled swans Slowly drift across wax ponds The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yes, we're all too smart To talk to God Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs To us from the dock Jinxed things ringing as they leak Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch Sprouting suns and ageless daughters Don't you know Don't you know That those watermelon smiles Just can't ripen underwater Just can't ripen underwater The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yes, we're all too smart To talk to God Oh Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Oh
A daydream spills from my corked head Breaks free of my wooden neck Left a nod over sleeping waves Like bobbing bait for bathing cod Floating flocks of candled swans Slowly drift across wax ponds The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yes, we're all too smart To talk to God Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs To us from the dock Jinxed things ringing as they leak Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch Sprouting suns and ageless daughters Don't you know Don't you know That those watermelon smiles Just can't ripen underwater Just can't ripen underwater The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yes, we're all too smart To talk to God Oh Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Oh
A daydream spills from my corked head Breaks free of my wooden neck Left a nod over sleeping waves Like bobbing bait for bathing cod Floating flocks of candled swans Slowly drift across wax ponds The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yes, we're all too smart To talk to God Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs To us from the dock Jinxed things ringing as they leak Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch Sprouting suns and ageless daughters Don't you know Don't you know That those watermelon smiles Just can't ripen underwater Just can't ripen underwater The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yes, we're all too smart To talk to God Oh Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Oh
A daydream spills from my corked head Breaks free of my wooden neck Left a nod over sleeping waves Like bobbing bait for bathing cod Floating flocks of candled swans Slowly drift across wax ponds The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yes, we're all too smart To talk to God Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs To us from the dock Jinxed things ringing as they leak Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch Sprouting suns and ageless daughters Don't you know Don't you know That those watermelon smiles Just can't ripen underwater Just can't ripen underwater The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yes, we're all too smart To talk to God Oh Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Oh
A daydream spills from my corked head Breaks free of my wooden neck Left a nod over sleeping waves Like bobbing bait for bathing cod Floating flocks of candled swans Slowly drift across wax ponds The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yes, we're all too smart To talk to God Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs To us from the dock Jinxed things ringing as they leak Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch Sprouting suns and ageless daughters Don't you know Don't you know That those watermelon smiles Just can't ripen underwater Just can't ripen underwater The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs Are marching clocks And we're all too small To talk to God Yes, we're all too smart To talk to God Oh Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs Oh
Wow. These studio instrumentals make me really notice and appreciate just how much composition went into the making of pretty. Odd. I’m honestly sad that these days of Panic! are over, but am damn delighted that they happened
"how much composition went into the making of Pretty Odd."
composition
and drugs
This is such a beautiful song. I hope in the future I can create something as amazing as this song. Just listening to it takes me into a wonderland full of flowers and rolling fields of green. All of our terrible world is blocked out and all I know is the utopian society in my head.
It's only the instrumental and I'm still crying
It's so happy but it makes me so sad
🎼🎤🎻 *Lyrics* 🎼🎤🎻
[Verse 1]
A daydream spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Left to nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of candled swans
Slowly drift across wax ponds
[Chorus]
The men all played along to marching drums
And, boy, did they have fun, behind the sea
They sang, (hey!)
So our matching legs are marching clocks
And we're all too small to talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart to talk to God
[Verse 2]
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
To us from the dock
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch
Sprouting suns and ageless daughters
Don't you know, don't you know
That those watermelon smiles
Just can't ripen underwater
Just can't ripen underwater?
[Chorus]
The men all played along to marching drums
And, boy, did they have fun, behind the sea
They sang, (hey!)
So our matching legs are marching clocks
And we're all too small to talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart to talk to God
Oh, we're all too smart to talk to God
[Bridge]
Oh, legs of wood waves
Waves of wooden legs (yeah!)
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves
Waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves
Waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves
Waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
[Outro]
So close..
0:00 to 3:36 sounds so good
That's the whole song :)
@@ewanmcclanahan4161 thats the point
@@makrusnormendez357 yeah ik that why did you think I put a smiley face?
@@ewanmcclanahan4161 just thought it was inda obvious
Every time I hear this I feel like I’m in Create a Sim mode in The Sims.
I'm crying someone help
it's ok we all are
we all miss ryro
+Inkfu TheInkBlot I love how you knew why I was crying this fandom is amazing
Monster Skittle kfhjkehkdjhkdh i know right
Maybe it's my imagination doing this but at the end I can still hear Ryan and Brendon shouting like in the original song.
LEGS OF WOOD, WAVES...WAVES OF WOODEN LEGS.
BloodSugarSexMagik432 its LEGS of wood waves,not waves
Waves of wooden legs
A daydream spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Left a nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of candled swans
Slowly drift across wax ponds
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
To us from the dock
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch
Sprouting suns and ageless daughters
Don't you know
Don't you know
That those watermelon smiles
Just can't ripen underwater
Just can't ripen underwater
The men all played along
To marching…
....Legs of wood waves
Waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves
Waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs......
Panic! at the Disco
A daydream spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Left a nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of candled swans
Slowly drift across wax ponds
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
To us from the dock
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch
Sprouting suns and ageless daughters
Don't you know
Don't you know
That those watermelon smiles
Just can't ripen underwater
Just can't ripen underwater
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Oh
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
IT'll be nice if you post the studio instrumental of the songs from A Fever You Can't Sweat Out too! :D
I totally would if I could. Still on the look out!
A daydream spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Left a nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of candled swans
Slowly drift across wax ponds
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
To us from the dock
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters
Don't you know
Don't you know
That those watermelon smiles
Just can't ripen underwater
Just can't ripen underwater
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yeah, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Oh, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Ooooh
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
this is my favorite off of pretty odd
Hell yeah!
I have a bunch more to upload!
there is something in this song fr..
0:33.. UGHHHH
THIS MAKES ME CRY
Thaaaank You !!!
here in 2021
where did you find all these??? I've been looking for them forever!!! Thank you!
I looked for about a solid week and someone over at Reddit posted them for everyone!
wooooo!!!
probably came from like rockband or something i assume
@@WilliamMcCarthyIII you're awesome!!
they came from a promotional CD sent from the record label to radio stations
90th like
The 1 dislike is Ryan
i miss ryan ross
A daydream spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Left a nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of candled swans
Slowly drift across wax ponds
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
To us from the dock
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch
Sprouting suns and ageless daughters
Don't you know
Don't you know
That those watermelon smiles
Just can't ripen underwater
Just can't ripen underwater
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Oh
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Oh
*Behind The Sea*
_Panic! At The Disco_
A daydream spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Left a nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of candled swans
Slowly drift across wax ponds
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we’re all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we’re all too smart
To talk to God
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
To us from the dock
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
Scarecrow, now it’s time to hatch
Sprouting suns and ageless daughters
Don’t you know
Don’t you know
That those watermelon smiles
Just can’t ripen underwater
Just can’t ripen underwater
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we’re all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we’re all too smart
To talk to God
Oh
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Oh
A daydream spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Left a nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of candled swans
Slowly drift across wax ponds
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
To us from the dock
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch
Sprouting suns and ageless daughters
Don't you know
Don't you know
That those watermelon smiles
Just can't ripen underwater
Just can't ripen underwater
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Oh
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Oh
A daydream spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Left a nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of candled swans
Slowly drift across wax ponds
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
To us from the dock
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch
Sprouting suns and ageless daughters
Don't you know
Don't you know
That those watermelon smiles
Just can't ripen underwater
Just can't ripen underwater
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Oh
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Oh
A daydream spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Left a nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of candled swans
Slowly drift across wax ponds
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
To us from the dock
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch
Sprouting suns and ageless daughters
Don't you know
Don't you know
That those watermelon smiles
Just can't ripen underwater
Just can't ripen underwater
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Oh
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Oh
A daydream spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Left a nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of candled swans
Slowly drift across wax ponds
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
To us from the dock
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch
Sprouting suns and ageless daughters
Don't you know
Don't you know
That those watermelon smiles
Just can't ripen underwater
Just can't ripen underwater
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Oh
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Oh
A daydream spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Left a nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of candled swans
Slowly drift across wax ponds
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
To us from the dock
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch
Sprouting suns and ageless daughters
Don't you know
Don't you know
That those watermelon smiles
Just can't ripen underwater
Just can't ripen underwater
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Oh
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Oh
A daydream spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Left a nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of candled swans
Slowly drift across wax ponds
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
To us from the dock
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch
Sprouting suns and ageless daughters
Don't you know
Don't you know
That those watermelon smiles
Just can't ripen underwater
Just can't ripen underwater
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Oh
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Oh
A daydream spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Left a nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of candled swans
Slowly drift across wax ponds
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
To us from the dock
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch
Sprouting suns and ageless daughters
Don't you know
Don't you know
That those watermelon smiles
Just can't ripen underwater
Just can't ripen underwater
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Oh
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Oh