Artist: The Manhattan Transfer

Song: 10 Minutes Till the Savages Come

Album: The Off Beat of Avenues



10 MINUTES TILL THE SAVAGES COME (lyrics by Brock Walsh)



Spiked heels and porkpie hat--

Have you on the mend in no time flat

A shimmy and a shake, a pitter and pat

Hey there sugar--

Take a look at that!



Don't you despair 'cause your fantasy life is nowhere

Under my care you'll be back in the pink

Drunk without a drink



Tunnel down in soft silk and satin

Loosen up and roll to the rumble of the drum

Make believe it's midnite in Manhattan

10 minutes till the savages come



Come here and don't look back--

Meet me at the end of the cul-de-sac

Come on! Stand up at attention and I'll do the same

Hey there tiger, now don't you be ashamed



Life has a way of destroying our sense of child's play

But under my wing you'll be back in the pink

Drunk without a drink



Tunnel down in soft silk and satin

Let your backbone roll to the rumble of the drum

Make believe it's midnite in Manhattan

10 minutes till the savages come



Sigmund Freud himself wouldn't need to worry

If his hands were tied by me

There's no neurosis that this doctor can't diagnose

I'll find the monster and deliver a lethal dose



Life has a way of destroying our sense of child's play

But under my wing you'll be back in the pink

Drunk without a drink

(Chorus-- Repeat)