32 Footsteps - They Might Be Giants

32 footsteps leading to the room where the paint doesn’t want to dry

32 footsteps running down the road where the dirt reaches the sky

32 feathers in my brand new Indian headdress

32 new moons shining in 32 skies

What’s the reason, why’d she go?

Where’s my baby, I don’t know

32 footsteps, counted them myself, 32 footsteps

Bing bang bingalong cing cang cingalong

Ding dang dingalong day

Fing fang fingalong ging gang gingalong

Hing hang hingalong hay

Jing jang jingalong king kang kingalong

Ling lang lingalong lay

Ming mang mingalong ning nang ningalong

Ping pang pingalong pay

What’s the reason, why’d she go?

Where’s my baby, I don’t know

32 footsteps, counted them myself, 32 footsteps

32 lies my ears never saw when the floorboards gave way

32 walls come tumbling down and the night turns to day

32 infantrymen running in place

32 boxcars, all of them have your face

What’s the reason, why’d she leave?

Don’t you know we’re on the eve of

32 footsteps?

Counted them myself, 32 footsteps

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