One Week

It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to one side
And said "I'm angry."
Five days since you laughed at me saying
"Get that together, come back and see me."
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
But it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry

Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You'll think you're looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish,
Although I like the Chalet Swiss
And I like the sushi
'Cause it's never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like LeAnn Rimes
Because I'm all about value
Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits
You try to match wits, you try to hold me
But I bust through
[Like Andrew Lloyd, I've got a big show
Mine's about a Back-Hoe
There'll be a big sound from the pavement]
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I'd like a stinkin' achin' shake
I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours
Gotta see the show, 'cause then you'll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
'Cause it's so dangerous,
You'll have to sign a waiver

How can I help it if I think you're funny
When you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind
On my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air
And said "You're crazy"
Five days since you tackled me
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized it's not my fault
Not a moment too soon
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait
Till you say you're sorry

Chickity China the Chinese chicken
Have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watchin' X-Files with no lights on
We're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in this one
Like Harrison Ford I'm getting frantic
Like Sting I'm Tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy

Like Kurasawa, I make mad films
Okay, I don't make films
But if I did they'd have a Samurai
[Like Skywalker, gotta big hunch
Hey, that's my lunch
Yoda's a really, really old guy]
Gonna get a set a' better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs
Just so my irons aren't always flying
Off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
'Cause that cartoon has got
The boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing

How can I help it if I think you're funny
When you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear
My mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides
And said "I'm sorry"
Five days since I laughed at you and said
"You just did just what I thought
You were gonna do"
Three days since the living room
We realized we're both to blame,
But what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
'Cause it'll still be two days
'Till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie