Answer Songtext
von They Might Be Giants

Year after year,
Though every dream of a pony would end in tears,
The cake was lit and as you blew the candles out,
Your heart refilled,
And every year your dream was killed.

It may take an ocean of whiskey and time
To wash all of the let-down out of your mind,
And this may not be the thing you requested,
But I am the answer to all your prayers.

All this time
Interested agents have been eavesdropping upstairs,
When will you recognise that I am the answer to all your prayers?

You ordered well -
They brought you medium-rare,
You were promised fair,
And in response a clap of thunder broke the air,
The weather changed, the sky went black,
And then it rained.


It may take an ocean of whiskey and time
To wash all of the let-down out of your mind,
And this may not be the item you selected,
But I am the answer to all your prayers.

All this time
The surveillance machine has been all up in your affairs,
When will you realise that I am the answer to all your prayers?

It might seem like a thankless existence
But don′t lose hope just yet,
You'll be remembered for your persistence,
And this is the thanks you get.

You wanted tall,
I came in under 5′4,
Then you asked for dark,
I tend to sunburn a lot,
As for handsome, well,
Can't help you there,
So make of it what you will.

It may take an ocean of whiskey and time
To wash all of the let-down out of your mind,
And I may not be the one you expected
But I am the answer to all your prayers.


All this time
Interested agents have been eavesdropping upstairs,
When will you get that I am the answer to all your prayers?

All this time
The surveillance machine has been all up in your affairs,
It should be clear to you by now
That I am the final answer to all your prayers.