Velvet Underground

They were wild like the USA A mystery band in a New York way Rock and roll but not like the rest And to me America at its best How in the world were they making that sound? Velvet Underground A spooky tone on a Fender bass Played less notes and left more space Stayed kind of still, looked kind of shy Kind of far away, kind of dignified How in the world were they making that sound? Velvet Underground Well you can look at that band and wonder where All that sound was coming from with just four people there Twangy sounds of the cheapest types Sounds as stark as black and white stripes Bold and brash, sharp and rude Like the heat's turned off and you're low on food How in the world were they making that sound? Velvet Underground (Like this) Doug and Sally inside She's cooking for the down pipe She's staring at Miss Rayon She's busy licking off her pusher's hand I'm searching for my mainline I said I couldn't hit it sideways I said I couldn't hit it sideways She does it just like Sister Ray said Alright Wild, wild parties when they start to unwind A close encounter of the thirdest kind On the bandstand playing, everybody's saying How in the world were they making that sound? Velvet Underground Well you could look at that band and at first sight Say that certain rules about modern music wouldn't apply tonight Twangy sounds of the cheapest kind Like "Guitar sale $29.99," Bold and brash, stark and still Like the heat's turned off and you can't pay the bill How in the world were they making that sound? Velvet Underground Both guitars got the fuzz tone on The drummer's standing upright pounding along A howl, a tone, a feedback whine Biker boys meet the college kind How in the world were they making that sound? Velvet Underground Wild, wild parties when they start to unwind A close encounter of the thirdest kind On the bandstand grooving, everybody moving How in the world are they making that sound? Velvet Underground