Nan - At The Cat’s Cradle, 1992 (Live)

This is called "Nan" by Ween The band called "Ween" [Verse 1] Hi I'm fuckin’ Eddie Dingle I met this girl named Nan And she overpopulated my senses And then she fuckin' dicked me over, but [Chorus] What's your big secret, baby? Could you give me a clue? Oh, silly, silly girl I’m so in love with you Won't you tell me what's What's on your mind Oh, if you'd open your head Tell me what would I find Are you for real? What do you feel? [Verse 2] Finder's keepers Loser's weepers, baby If I could get the lid off I'd look into the jar Is this the best thing that I can do? It ain’t done me no good so far Mind over matter But it seems that I don’t matter at all, you fucker Nan, a table for one Do you think I could be invited to come? Fuck [Chorus] What's your big secret, baby? Could you give me a clue? Oh, silly, silly girl I’m so in love with you Won't you tell me what's What's on your mind If you’d open your head Tell me what would I find Are you for real? What do you feel? [Break] Take it, Deaner Bring it back now Fancy [Outro] You know, I saw you yesterday walkin' with Danny He's a fucka, and you're a fucka too You know what you did to me, baby? Yeah, you know what you did Now you're walkin' with Danny down the street How you gonna make me feel, huh? How you gonna think that make me feel, huh? Huh? You think I like it here, you fuck? I hate you I hate you, you fuck You keep walkin' with Danny You keep fuckin' walkin' with Danny I don't give a fuck Yeah, I don't give a fuck about you or Danny, you bitch Gotta put my hat back on Or I'll leave Okay I don't wanna fuckin' do that I don't wanna do that then I'm on the m trend Alright I've gotta ticket Don't you fuck with me I keep my own over here