Hey Mr. Tough
Don't you think we've suffered enough?
Why don't you meet me on the dancefloor
When it's Tiny Tom time?
And if you need to tell me something once
You won't have to say it twice
And if you ask for a nickel
I'm gonna hand you a dime
And we'll forget about our problems
Ignore them for a little while
And leave our worries in the corner
Leave them in a big big pile
Pretend everything can be alright
Hey Mrs. Blue
Time to think of something new
The Possum's spinning our hips
The old soft shoe
And if you wanna lose the rest of the night
There's nothing better I have to do
And if I tell you something
You won't have to ask if it's true
And we'll forget about our problems
Ignore them for a little while
And leave our worries in the corner
Leave them in a big big pile
Pretend everything can be alright
Alone in our pad on Saturday night
Hemmed in by the room
But hiding at a crowded party
The record's playing for just me and you
Hey Mr. Tough
Don't you think we've suffered enough?
Why don't you meet me on the dancefloor
When it's Toddophonic time?
And if you need to tell me something once
You won't have to say it twice
And if you ask for a nickel
I'm gonna hand you a dime
And we'll forget about our problems
Ignore them for a little while
And leave our worries in the corner
Leave them in a big big pile
Pretend everything can be alright
Pretend everything can be alright
Pretend everything can be alright
Don't you think we've suffered enough?
Why don't you meet me on the dancefloor
When it's Tiny Tom time?
And if you need to tell me something once
You won't have to say it twice
And if you ask for a nickel
I'm gonna hand you a dime
And we'll forget about our problems
Ignore them for a little while
And leave our worries in the corner
Leave them in a big big pile
Pretend everything can be alright
Hey Mrs. Blue
Time to think of something new
The Possum's spinning our hips
The old soft shoe
And if you wanna lose the rest of the night
There's nothing better I have to do
And if I tell you something
You won't have to ask if it's true
And we'll forget about our problems
Ignore them for a little while
And leave our worries in the corner
Leave them in a big big pile
Pretend everything can be alright
Alone in our pad on Saturday night
Hemmed in by the room
But hiding at a crowded party
The record's playing for just me and you
Hey Mr. Tough
Don't you think we've suffered enough?
Why don't you meet me on the dancefloor
When it's Toddophonic time?
And if you need to tell me something once
You won't have to say it twice
And if you ask for a nickel
I'm gonna hand you a dime
And we'll forget about our problems
Ignore them for a little while
And leave our worries in the corner
Leave them in a big big pile
Pretend everything can be alright
Pretend everything can be alright
Pretend everything can be alright
Lyrics submitted by smallwonderrobot
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Really groovy political song. Ira Kaplan introduced the song on stage like that - in the last YLT gig in Paris last tuesday. Mr Tough = Bush jr.
Sorry for my poor english - this website is a goldmine for the non-english !
yo la tengo is so badasss..
Love this track, it doesn't sound anything like YLT yet sounds completely like them.
nice groovy song
Needs more cowbell!
The female challenges the macho man (who she knows is really vulnerable and not so tough on the inside) to meet her on the dancefloor. Dance being the metaphor for life. The dancefloor being reality. If you really love me, she's saying then meet me (i.e. face up to it and cut the crap) and tell me you're serious and you're willing to meet me on the dance floor (that is come out in the open and declare your love for me.) She demands that he stgop the nonsense, leave his girlfriend, wife, lover etc. and leave their problems at "home." Not their home, but their respective homes.