Hip Hip Hooray

Hip hip hooray
Talk to me, and I'll be your saint
Take off your clothes, grave-starved ghost
And don't be ashamed

If I'm watching
Don't stop talking
Just start walking

You sat and stared at your grandmother's chair
In the that favorite room
And he, drunk and lean, five for three
Pressing on you

Oh, darling
Stop talking
And start walking

Oh, darling
Stop crying
And start smiling