The White Stripes - Little Cream Soda lyrics

One, two, three, four!

Well every highway that I go down

Seems to be longer than the last one that I knew about

Oh well

And every girl that I walk around

Seems to be more of an illusion than the last one I found

Oh well

And this old man in front of me wearing canes and ruby rings

And it's like *containing an* explosion when he sings

And with every chance to set himself on fire,

He just ends up doin' the same thing

Well, each beautiful thing I come across

Tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off

Oh well

And there was a time when all I wanted

Was my ice cream colder and a little cream soda

Oh well, oh well

And a wooden box and an alley full of rocks

Was all I had to care about

Oh well, oh well, oh well

Now my mind is filled with rubber tires and forest fires

And whether I'm a liar

And lots of other situations

Where I don't know what to do

At which time God screams to me

There's nothing left for me to tell you

Nothing left for me to tell you

Nothing left

Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well

Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well

Thanks to James Cheeseman for these lyrics