There is something about this song
   This is a song about something there 

   We did the clubs what ass 
   I was hoping to have her in the sack 
   I was looking handsome 
   She was looking like an erotic vulture 

   I was all dressed in black 
   She was all dressed up in black 
   Everything was fine down here 
   What you call it here 
   Call it what you will here 
   Way down in this
   Subbacultcha 

   Her warm white belly in the life I'd lived had seen nothing finer
   She shakes and she moves me or something 
   She's like jellyroll, like sculpture 

   I was wearing eyeliner 
   She was wearing eyeliner 
   It was so good down here 
   Saving for my scrapbook here 
   Way down down down in this
   Subbacultcha 

   Now we live on the sea and relax and ride the tack 
   Drug running on this Panamanian schooner 
   She walks the deck in a black dress 
   And me I dress up in black 
   And we listen to the sea 
   And look at the sky in a poetic kind of way 
   What you call it 
   When you look at the sky in a poetic kind of way 
   You know when you grope for luna. 

		Black Francis
		(p) 1991 4-A-D