New Thing
Liner Notes
Lyrics by Spencer Kimball, music (tba) Jack Hastings
Lyrics
She may be weary Girls they do get weary Trading their love for some bling But since she’s weary Time to try a brand new thing
The nose is smallish The butt could be more ballish The boob have a little more spring The doctor is waiting You can be a brand new thing
Chorus: Let’s have a hand for that new you And maybe we’ll all do it too There’s really no need to be blue Cause you’ll be a brand new thing
Bridge: You can be a new Rodin Removing whatever’s not part of your body plan You are the art in your museum Your friends all want to see ‘em On the way to your brand new thing
So when you get teary Face up to your fears And prepare for the knife’s sweet sting When the tenderness leaves you If the surgery bleeds you Everybody still needs to… Be a brand new thing
Chorus
Ping if the music comes before the Ides of March. This is a clever invite to be knifed and rebuilt. It could be taken straight (scalpel straight) or ironic (dull iron kitchen knife). I can understand the attraction, the way it's presented here but, oh how I cringe!