Words and music by Dar Williams
Tonight was just great, she taught us the sign for peace
Now she's made us some popcorn, we've turned out the lights
And we're watching movies
I don't understand and she tries to explain
How a spaceship is riding through somebody's brain
And there's blood and guts and . . .
She's the best one that we've ever had
She sits on her hair and she's tall as my dad
And she tie-dyed my shirt and she pierced her own ear
And it's peace, man, cool, yeah, the babysitter's here.
Her boyfriend is Tom, but we call him the King of Romance.
He wears an American flag on the butt of his ripped up pants
and will they get married with kids of their own?
He says, "Not if she's going to college we won't"
And he kisses her, oh...
Someday I'll have a boyfriend just like that.
She's the best one that we've ever had
She sits on her hair and she's tall as my dad
And she got mad at dinner when Tom drank a beer
But peace, man, cool, hey, the babysitter's here.
And we all went to see her go dance at the high school
We made her a big card
And she told us that she'd be the unicorn wearing the pink
leotard, and
There she was leaping up just like she said
With a sparkling horn coming out of her head
And she's oh, oh, oh, oh
(I can't wait to give her the card, I can't wait to give her the card)
She's the best one . . .
(OK, so the play was called "The Unicorn" and she was the
unicorn so that means that the star was my babysitter.)
But it's Saturday night I can't sleep and we're watching the news.
She says, "Do me a favor don't go with a guy who would make you choose."
And I don't understand and she tries to explain
And all that mascara runs down in her pain
'Cause she's leaving me, oh
You're the best one that we've ever had,
You sit on your hair and you're tall as my dad
And I'll make you a pictI'm all alone in this blue room.
The chair's on fire, but I don't move,
just turn my head from side to side.
I'm all alone in this blue room.
Count the windows; there are two
and I recount them from time to time.
There's a moment of decision
and it's coming up much much later.
I'm all alone in this blue room.
Hear the engines rumbling through
I close the shutters and I change the channel.
I sit and sing the TV news,
every note I sing is blue
and every note is more than I can handle.