Frank Black and the Catholics Follow

I used to have some fun

Me and everyone

Now I'm just employed

I'm a chip away boy

I'm a chip away boy

I remember humid nights

I remember how the full moon tugs

How it used to make us fight

And the language of the bugs

And even our doomsday

I'm a chip away boy

I'm a chip away boy

And I'll chip away

Till I make the other side

I'm a chip away boy

I'm a chip away boy

I think I'm falling in love

And now she's falling off her stool

It's not me she's thinking of

But I'm her little fool

And she's my Helen of Troy

I'm a chip away boy

I'm a chip away boy

You put on your camisole

And I'll jump in the rabbit hole

And head for the sluice-way

I'm a chip away boy

I'm a chip away boy

And I'll chip away

Till I make the other side