Summer of 1978
My sister and I in the back seat j-ust wait
We pass the time by making lines on the seat that we can’t cross, a thin, line like dental fl-oss
She threw my new blue comb out the window
Somewhere on I-70
Dad said I’m sorry, but we can’t go back
We’re never going back to g-et it
It was the first comb I ever had
Got it just that morning from my mom and my dad
Light blue in color
I could never find another comb like that
Big and fat
So tell me
~Chorus~
Have you, s-een my c-omb
Last time I saw it
It was in her hands
And then it was bouncing down the r-oad
It wasn’t fancy
It wasn’t brown
But now it might be from lying on the ground
So t-ell me, h-ave you, s-een my
c-omb
Driving down the road in September
I was only five but I still remember
Where the highway turns at the bottom of the hill
My parents both up front ‘cause they loved each other still
An ordinary comb made of plastic
An action of a sibling lacking couth
It wasn’t just a comb out the window
It was the last, great, symbol of my y-outh
~Chorus~
(Speaking)
Yes!
Is this sounding allright out there?
It's because I'm Sake, Sake is a ninja
Oh you must scoot back, oh what, you found my comb?
Boy I've never heard that one.
Thankyou. Tomorrow morning when I'm sleeping
in untill, untill like noon, I'm gonna be like
*sobs*
no more combs.
I've got about 10,000 combs at home.
If you only knew how many times we wished
we'd named that "have you seen my dollar"
I just...We failed.
So Uh, I'm feeling pretty old, Dennis what about you?
I'm feeling pretty old,
(how old are ya?)
in fact this isn't even me, I am a machine
and the real dennis is sitting on a couch
in the dressing room,
(that's nice)
I'm remote controlled.
Hey thanks for the heckler guy.
Hey #1 rule, you can't heckle us because
this is five iron frenzy day. #2 No crowd
surfing and #3, keep the pushing,
punching and biting down to a minimum.
