Apehead's brother wants to beat up Paul The boys have gone to watch Some of the girls are down at the mall Justine's got cherry cola and scotch Later on it's everyone around to Beck's Her parents are away in New York Sara, well, she just can't bear The stupidity, the boredom, the grind She stays at school so that she can hear The sound of the life of the mind
And it's noisy up there It rocks me like a mother Rosa Parks and DNA Joan of Arc and JFK But it's noisy up there (Noisy up there) It rocks me like a mother
Oh, ohh, oh, ohh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh
She's cut 'em all out of her social circle Won't introduce them to Lincoln or Frost Doesn't want to let them get to know Keats or Studs Terkel They'll never know what they have lost But Sara, well, she just can't bear The stupidity, the boredom, the grind She stays at school so that she can hear The sound of the life of the mind
And it's noisy up there (Noisy up there) It rocks me like a mother Copernicus and Fortune's Wheel Plato, ? and the New Deal And it's noisy up there (Noisy up there) It rocks me like a mother
Sara already knows pretty soon she'll be leaving Well, she's hoovered up whatever she can find But she doesn't want to hear about Pregnancies, foam fights, TV, take-outs, have sex, weddings The sound of the life she'll leave behind
Yeah, it's noisy up there (Noisy up there) It rocks me like a mother Oh, ohh, oh, ohh Oh, oh, oh And it's noisy up there (Noisy up there) It rocks me like a mother Oh, ohh, oh, ohh Oh, oh, oh
Compositores: Benjamin Scott Folds (Folds Ben), Nicholas Peter John Hornby (Hornby Nick) ECAD: Obra #15464248