Lyrics:Istanbul - Kiss Me Son Of God Medley
| Istanbul - Kiss Me Son Of God Medley |
| By: They Might Be Giants |
| Year: 2001 |
Istanbul was Constantinople Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople Been a long time gone, Constantinople Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night Every gal in Constantinople Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople So if you've a date in Constantinople She'll be waiting in Istanbul Even old New York Was once New Amsterdam Why they changed it I can't say People just liked it better that way So take me back to Constantinople No, you can't go back to Constantinople Been a long time gone, Constantinople Why did Constantinople get the works? That's nobody's business but the Turks' Doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo / ohhhhhhh ohh ohh ohh Doo doo doo, doo doo da da da da da / ohhhhhh ohh ohh ohh Da da da, da da da da da da da da da da / ohhhh ohh ohh ohh ohhh Istanbul (Istanbul) Da da da, da da da da da da da / ohhhhhhh ohh ohh ohh Doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo / ohhhhhhh ohh ohh ohh Duh duh duh, duh duh duh duh duh duh duh / ohhhh ohh ohh ohh ohhh Istanbul (Istanbul) Even old New York Was once New Amsterdam Why they changed it I can't say People just liked it better that Way So take me back to Constantinople No, you can't go back to Constantinople Been a long time gone, Constantinople Why did Constantinople get the works? That's nobody's business but the Turks' Istanbul I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage Called the blood of the exploited working class But they've overcome their shyness Now they're calling me Your Highness And the world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" I destroyed a bond of friendship and respect Between the only people left who'd even look me in the eye Now I laugh and make a fortune Off the same ones that I tortured And the world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" I look like Jesus, so they say But Mr. Jesus is very far away Now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true That you love me and I love me I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage Called the blood of the exploited working class But they've overcome their shyness Now they're calling me Your Highness And the world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" |
