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