It's Margaret the daring songwriter
She's got muscles in her eyes
She's got everything going for her there
So take a ride on her pen and step inside
There goes Margaret the daring ice skater
She skates the truth on the ice
If she wasn't so daring and dashing
Her lips would be chapped at half the price
It appears I sent you off to treatment
With the tiger by the tail
And if he could be free
He wouldn't have stripes on him like jail
Jailer comes in twice a day
And feeds him a hunk of meat
That is just the same
As you get out upon the street
Jungle's his home
Why isn't he free
Just because his head is doesn't mean his limbs are
That can mean the same as a monkey on a tree
It's Margaret the daring songwriter
She's got muscles in her eyes
She's got everything going for her there
So take a ride on her pen and step inside
There goes Margaret the daring ice skater
She skates the truth on the ice
If she wasn't so daring and dashing
Her lips would be chapped at half the price
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APPEARS ON:
Record Club: Oar
LENGTH:
2:24
WRITTEN BY:
Skip Spence
PRODUCED BY:
Beck Hansen
ENGINEERED BY:
Danny Kalb
STUDIO:
Sunset Sound Studios
PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Jeff Tweedy
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Pat Sansone
Piano
James Gadson
Drums
Glenn Kotche
Percussion
Jamie Lidell
Percussion
Brian Lebarton
Keyboards
Mikael Jorgensen
Keyboards
John Stirratt
Bass
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