Liz Phair - Jeremy Engle Lyrics

Jeremy Engle
Lives in a tangled
Rent controlled apartment
With his communist family

There are books all around them
The dining room table is lacquered
With news clippings
Yellowing badly

They argue at dinner
His brother's friends drop by
To throw a line in or two
About Tolstoy

They all play guitar
And they're all very far away
In their own minds
From the upper west side
Of Manhattan

I never got past his googly eyes
That looked at me sadly
In mocking surprise

The way a Lord looks at his place mat
Or a stain on his tie
It never happened for me

And Jeremy Engle though
Wanted to step through that portal
And try on that other dimension
Of high high browism

Jeremy's hair and brow
Grow very high and no, not I
I'm more of a napkin
Not blessed with the vision

Beyond how I'm matching
The china and wine
Now there are the Engles
Skewering Lenin
And chewing through
Six pounds of venison

Thigh that they shot up
In upstate New York
At their uncle's
Jeremy needs me
To wipe off his eye

Some gelatinous thingy
That his brother's rebuttaling
Mouthful let fly

Sometimes all you need is a napkin
Sometimes all you need is a napkin