Sign My Box by Three Finger Salute
Words & music Johnny Cashpoint
Bass, drums, guitar j$
Guitars, solo Andy Balham
Sat across from me and you are saying to me that you want me to check your box
It's like on TV with you all smiley at me but I think that you think I'm lost
Time we spend impressing, well, it's all so damn depressing
Gone and learnt my lesson, yes I'm done with all the dressing baby
CHORUS: Come on girl sign my box cos I need it quick, spread it on thick
Come on girl sign my box cos I need you now, yes I need your speed
Sat across from you while I am begging hard of you that you should tick my box
A minute out of three but the way you look at me it's like I'm already lost
Only got three minutes then I'm finished with perusing you now
It's all so confusing cos I just can't tell who's using who now
CHORUS
SOLO
Sat across from me and you are laughing hard at me cos you won't tick my box
Dating is so speedy but unlike on TV, I can't turn the damn thing off
I'm no good at choosing cos there's room for you improving baby
Only comes to winning when someone else is losing baby
CHORUS
Sign My Box
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Sign My Box, by Smalltown Mike.
Rolling through the West-end Shopping Mall
They really have it all:
Consumers consuming
Got to be consuming
In the food court, just sitting on a bench
The stench of Satan—yea,
Satan’s in the mall.
He calls me over with a bony hand
And says: I understand
You want to rock and roll?
I want your soul
Sign my box
Sign my box
Sign my shoebox full of souls
Those I taught to rock and roll
Sign my box
Sign my box
And I’ll show you how to rock
Sign my box
Now I’m confessing
That clearly I could use the lessons
And he could teach me.
If anyone would reach me
The Prince of Darkness could
Yea, Satan would
But I hesitate and contemplate
while Satan waits and says
Chorus
You’ve got to understand, Satan
I’m not a religious man, Satan
I don’t believe in you
so I’ll be leaving you
I won't sign your box.
I don’t believe in you
so I’ll be leaving you
You can't put me in your box.
Rolling through the West-end Shopping Mall
They really have it all:
Consumers consuming
Got to be consuming
In the food court, just sitting on a bench
The stench of Satan—yea,
Satan’s in the mall.
He calls me over with a bony hand
And says: I understand
You want to rock and roll?
I want your soul
Sign my box
Sign my box
Sign my shoebox full of souls
Those I taught to rock and roll
Sign my box
Sign my box
And I’ll show you how to rock
Sign my box
Now I’m confessing
That clearly I could use the lessons
And he could teach me.
If anyone would reach me
The Prince of Darkness could
Yea, Satan would
But I hesitate and contemplate
while Satan waits and says
Chorus
You’ve got to understand, Satan
I’m not a religious man, Satan
I don’t believe in you
so I’ll be leaving you
I won't sign your box.
I don’t believe in you
so I’ll be leaving you
You can't put me in your box.
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