Hey by Treehouses in the Sun Lyrics

(Verse 1)

There's an old synthesizer
Owned by an old advertiser
And the keys just don't work the same way
But you can hear it behind narration
All over the nation
In a really bad medicine ad

(Chorus)

Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey now!
Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey now!

(Verse 2)

There's a robot prototype
That looks like Michael Stipe
And it's owned by Karen down the street
It doesn't really function
But she doesn't have the gumption
To go and throw it away
(Chorus)

(Verse 3)

There's a bad marching band
Called "The Old Big Town Grand"
That the old people just won't let die
And they're running out of dollars
And they can't afford new collars
And it's becoming all you can see

(Chorus)

(Verse 4)

There's a convenience store
Run by a whore
Who's way, way past her pornstar prime
And horny young men used to wait at the back
And they haven't been around since, I don't know Jack
But she's doing the best that she can
Yes, she's doing the best that she can

(Chorus)