Way to Go Songtext
von Dream Bitches

You say that you love me, well I wanna love you too,
But I′m too hung up on a boy with nothing to do
Let's smoke pot and be stupid,
Let′s smoke pot and be stupid,
So I can forget about him and hang out with you
Let's hang out and be dumb so I won't forget about you
I′ll be your silver surfer, your most stellar coworker,
Do it for a whole year til′ the day I die
Be your super sister, your coke and spiriter,
You won't love me this year but the day I die
Why, why, why not try, try, try today?
Why, why, why not try, try, try today?
We were out at the bar, being stupid and young,
And I had a cigarette, boy was that really dumb
You walked in and you left and I was happy,
But now I′m a puddle of dip and you're mentally
I think that I might like to cry today
Oh, oh, oh, we will hold hands, but only under the table,
And I will be your soup of the day, and you can be my label
I′ll bug you til' you love me, you will remote control me


You′ll pilot all my dreaming, until I wake in screaming
What could be a better way to go, than losing your life at a Dream Bitches show?
What could be a better way to go, than losing your life at a Dream Bitches show?
What could be a better way to go, than losing your life at a Dream Bitches show?
What could be a better way to go, than losing your life at a Dream Bitches show?
I'll be your silver surfer, your most stellar coworker,
Do it for a whole year til' the day I die
Be your super sister, your coke and spiriter,
You won′t love me this year but the day I die
Why, why, why not try, try, try today?
I′ll bug you til' you love me, you will remote control me
You′ll pilot all my dreaming, until I wake in screaming
What could be a better way to go, than losing your life at a Dream Bitches show?
1, 2, 3, 4
(Sammy Thompson, Sammy Thompson, Sammy Thompson)
Sammy Thompson often drops in to his parents' family restaurant
And it seems we were meant to meet,
Because that′s our parents' favorite haunt
Sammy shops at grocery stores,
He doesn′t like purchasing clothes
He's allergic to the clock,
He must've liked taking memos
Such a prude when it comes to in the nude,
But I sure wouldn′t want you in the cellar
Take a hint, I′m a girl and you'll admit,
But I sure wouldn′t want you in the cellar
Sammy's off to Western Mass., he′s going to University
He will write me fancy letters
Filled with knowledge and philosophy
Our mothers take us out to eat,
Sammy stands in to the beat
We're watching him from across the room,
We′re sad that he's leaving soon
Such a prude when it comes to in the nude,
But I sure wouldn't want you in the cellar
Take a hint, I′m a girl and you′ll admit,
But I sure wouldn't want you in the cellar
I knew him from AOL
I knew him from PS3
Now doesn′t that just ring a bell,
And doesn't that just seem to be
A funny chance, coincidence,
And don′t you think it's nice that we
Are similar in circumstance
And dancers on parallel streets
Sammy′s back from Western Mass.,
It wasn't quite his cup of tea
He had a biscuit and a breakdown,
Now he has a new philosophy
Our moms say "Let's go out tonight",
Sammy is nowhere in sight
We asked his parents where he is,
They say he doesn′t come upstairs, no he doesn′t come upstairs
Such a prude when it comes to in the nude,
But I sure wouldn't want you in the cellar
Take a hint I′m a girl and you'll admit,
But I sure wouldn′t want you in the cellar,
Sure wouldn't want you in the cellar,
Sure wouldn′t want you in the cellar,
Sure wouldn't want you,
Sure wouldn't want you
Sammy Thompson, Sammy Thompson, Sammy Thompson
Sammy
Thompson