Grant Lee Buffalo
Fine How'd Ya Do

Now the troubadours are outside the court
With their gramophones and rifles
And an awful cloud is daring to pour
Such a wild scene a 3-D picture Bible story

And the floats of tinsel garland are downed
Stalled for blocks on the parade route
But the Majorette still twirls in the rain
And the marching band goes soaking wet and that's a fine how

Do ya do, do ya do
And that's a fine how
Do ya do, do ya do
And that's a fine how

Do ya do, do ya do
And that's a fine how

See the ladies in their Queen Union suits
Shuffling gaily for the camera
Doing high kicks in their felt button boots
While the men puff on their cigarettes from Panama

Like the baby dolls of Bisque on display
In the shops of Barcelona
There's a blankness that falls over his face
As the speaker makes his way up to the podium

Could he be so blind to sip lemonade
In such a dire time, well, that's a fine
That's a fine how

Do ya do, do ya do
And that's a fine how
Do ya do, do ya do
And that's a fine how

Do ya do, do ya do
And that's a fine how
Do ya do, do ya do

Holding hostage in the opium dens
That are tucked behind the alleyway
Where the corridors of Amsterdam bend
'Neath the windows where the harlots pose like mannequins

No one thinks of them on Valentines
There's no chocolate box or cards to read
And that's a fine how

Do ya do, do ya do
And that's a fine how
Do ya do, do ya do
And that's a fine how

Do ya do, do ya do
And that's a fine how
Do ya do, do ya do
And that's a fine how


Mirror lyrics:

And that's a fine how
Do ya do, do ya do
And that's a fine how
Do ya do, do ya do

And that's a fine how
Do ya do, do ya do
And that's a fine how
Do ya do, do ya do

And that's a fine how
There's no chocolate box or cards to read
No one thinks of them on Valentines

'Neath the windows where the harlots pose like mannequins
Where the corridors of Amsterdam bend
That are tucked behind the alleyway
Holding hostage in the opium dens

Do ya do, do ya do
And that's a fine how
Do ya do, do ya do

And that's a fine how
Do ya do, do ya do
And that's a fine how
Do ya do, do ya do

That's a fine how
In such a dire time, well, that's a fine
Could he be so blind to sip lemonade

As the speaker makes his way up to the podium
There's a blankness that falls over his face
In the shops of Barcelona
Like the baby dolls of Bisque on display

While the men puff on their cigarettes from Panama
Doing high kicks in their felt button boots
Shuffling gaily for the camera
See the ladies in their Queen Union suits

And that's a fine how
Do ya do, do ya do

And that's a fine how
Do ya do, do ya do
And that's a fine how
Do ya do, do ya do

And the marching band goes soaking wet and that's a fine how
But the Majorette still twirls in the rain
Stalled for blocks on the parade route
And the floats of tinsel garland are downed

Such a wild scene a 3-D picture Bible story
And an awful cloud is daring to pour
With their gramophones and rifles
Now the troubadours are outside the court


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