The Elevator Score!


Wake up at five I'm still alive to the music by my bed,

And the beat keeps thumping in my brain and messing with my head.


Oom-pa, Hoom-pa, hoom-pa, Oomp! Oom-pa, hoom-pa, Oomp!


Screen door slam to the paper man an' the cats hangin' off the wall,

The news is blues, there's no good news, and the kid begins to bawl.


Oom-pa, Hoom-pa, hoom-pa, Oomp! Oom-pa, hoom-pa, Oomp!

You get the picture, uh huh - uh huh, Oom-pa, hoom-pa, Oomp!


Toast my toast and shine my teeth, shower shave, walk up the street.

Jimmies prowler cruises by with blacked out windows, bass turned high.


Oom-pa, Hoom-pa, hoom-pa, Oomp! Oom-pa, hoom-pa, Oomp!


Jackson's mutt squats on the lawn, somethin' steamin' in the dawn,

Pick a rock and throw it fair, mutt hangs out tongue, ky-eyes and glares.


Oom-pa, Hoom-pa, hoom-pa, Oomp! Oom-pa, hoom-pa, Oomp!

You get the picture, uh huh - uh huh, Oom-pa, hoom-pa, Oomp!


Bus pulls up, climb up the stairs, driver grins his toothless smile,

Stand beside this, freaking, skater punk with the ear buds blasting wild.


Oom-pa, Hoom-pa, hoom-pa, Oomp! Oom-pa, hoom-pa, Oomp!


Bus stops at the bus stop right downtown outside the office door

With a crash and a wheeze and a puff of gas beside the painted whore.


Oom-pa, Hoom-pa, hoom-pa, Oomp! Oom-pa, hoom-pa, Oomp!

You get the picture, uh huh - uh huh, Oom-pa, hoom-pa, Oomp!


Do the nimble one-step two-step dance, through the glass revolving doors

Push the arrow up, to the coffee shop, step through the sliding doors.


Feelings, all I get are feelings, the elevator score!


Oom-pa, Hoom-pa, hoom-pa, Oomp! Oom-pa, hoom-pa, Oomp!

You get the picture, uh huh - uh huh, Oom-pa, hoom-pa, Oomp!


© June 15/99 - Jan. 15/2001 by ~Francis H. Peters~


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