El Toppo by The Llama Farmers Lyrics

Yes he walked along the pier
Trying pathetically to squeeze out a tear
Understandably you see
I try too hard to please (way too hard)
Now that winter's come and gone
We wonder what the fuck went wrong
I'm always missing things I need
An 80's love song and a bottle of crap

Oh, my angel can't you see
Writing a song don't take much....
Evidently

By now he thinks he knows them well
Beneath the layers of shit you never can tell
Oh, they're staring at my shoes
You smile and say 'honey I have absolutely nothing to lose'
Oh, my angel can't you see
Writing a song don't take much
Not much at all
My aching heart you can't conceive
But I don't need...
Your emotional crutches
Do you know why?...
Because they're so predictable

That's when you lost me
That's when you lost me
The summer of '83
That's when you lost me
That's when you lost me
The summer of '83
That's when you lost me
That's when you lost me
The summer of '83
That's when you lost me
That's when you lost me
The summer of '83

Now look at me, oh I'm so pretty
Yeah
You're such a big man
You're such a big man
You're such a big man
You're such a big!