"Suwannee Jo (DEMO)" lyrics

Idiot kitty to New York City
Livin' in a kennel and lookin' big and pretty
Meet the munch for business lunch
But your feet bleed under the table
Whoa, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh

Suwannee Jo, you're dark and slow
You dance with the broom, and you're filled with ghosts
You smell like liquor, and you're high as a hawk
You laugh to yourself, but you talk like a rock
Oh, oh
Whoa, oh
Whoa, oh

Scared-y Kate, back in the Haight
Doesn't answer the phone and eats like a tapeworm
She met Mr. Mike in '89, but she's a hundred pounds heavier and won't go outside
Oh, oh
Whoa, oh
Oh, oh

Suwannee Jo, you're dark and slow
You dance with the broom, and you're filled with ghosts
Suwannee Jo, strange, beautiful gold
You can take a woman's husband, but you don't wanna marry him
You just wanna hold him
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh

Nora Mabel, behind your table
Expensive knowledge from ten years of college
But when it comes to livin', the book isn't written
Your brain's under "M" in the library, "missing"
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh

Suwannee Jo, you're dark and slow
You dance with the broom, and you're filled with ghosts
Suwannee Jo, Suwannee Jo, Suwannee Jo
Oh, oh
Suwannee Jo
Oh, oh
You're finding your soul
Oh, oh
Nothing more important than following your soul
Suwannee Jo
Suwannee Jo

Oh, oh
Suwannee Jo
Everybody wants to be Suwannee Jo