You speak to me in sign language, As I'm eating a sandwich in a small cafe
At a quarter to three.
But I can't re-spond to your sign language You're taking advan-tage, bringing me down.
Can't you make any sound?
'Twas there by the bakery, surrounded by fak-ery This is my sto-ry, still I'm still there.
Does she know I still care?
Link Wray was playing on a jukebox, I was paying
For the words I was say-in' so misunderstood He didn't do me no good.
You speak to me in sign language As I'm eating a sand-wich in a small cafe
At a quarter to three.
But I can't re-spond to your sign language You're taking advan-tage, bringing me down.
Can't you make any sound?
