They Might Be Giants - House Of Mayors Lyrics
They are crowding the stage of these hallowed confinesRepresenting the partiesIn here are enshrined the one hundred-odd figures of menWearing suits, who in sumConstitute the assembly of the house of mayorsStacked in columns and rowsDressed in period clothesNear a wig, a pince-nez affixed to a noseAnd the full complements in attendance at the house of mayors(house of mayors)House of mayors(house of mayors)House of mayors(house of mayors)House of mayors(house of mayors)House of mayorsAnd theyre all up there, on the stageAnd were introduced to them allAnd theyre all still standing up thereWhen the last tour exits the hallThe effect is so realThat its chilling to watchAs the creaking automatons all lurchInto action, and act out historical deedsAnd make speeches, sign legislationAnd turn their heads and blink their eyesThough the room has a faintly musty smellYou forget where you are, you are under their spellAnd the spell that was cast was the ballot for the house of mayorsGeorge finby!Alexander whigmore!Patrick obarr!Conrad spectacle!Carl van krieg!Antonio botton!They are all still standing in thereIn the dark in there, in the nightSimilarity lurks under styles of moustacheThese anemic, loyal, ? ? ? *With a woman attending in fashionIn fashion; if some other faceLooked too much out of placeWould it spoil it for everyone else?Some express disappointment when leaving the hallSome feel cheated or mad--bear in mind, one and allThe next act of the show is an infinite rowOf unoccupied chairs, in a big room upstairsIn the house of the yet-to-be mayors
