Turning Into Randolph Scott (Humid Child)

CHORUS

Turning into Randolph Scott

Some things never change

Dried-up, extraordinary -

Alkalai on the range

Once she was a humid child

Nodding toward a place

Sleeping in her vegetables

Legumes for a face

Once she was a humid child;

Now, she aint

CHORUS

Carrots where her eyes were, bright

Orange, where she'd blush

Brussel sprout-conditioned fists

Dropped string beans in her socks

Once she was a humid child;

Now, she is not

(guitar solo)

CHORUS (end with repeating "mmm-mmm")