I heard you crawling up my front lawn,
Flipped the switch and you were gone,
I feel better when I turn it on,
Get real simple, and I make a song.
Strobe, (I want to tell you)
Strobe, (I want to tell you)
Strobe, (I want to tell you)
Strobe. (I want to tell you)
There go the pitcher on the pitching mound,
I can't go up if you go down,
Give me a smile, I'll give you a frown,
You're the verb, and I'm the noun.
Strobe, (I want to tell you)
Strobe, (I want to tell you)
Strobe, (I want to tell you)
Strobe. (I want to tell you)
Remember when you laughed in my ear three times?
I was waiting for more, you said, "Who am I?"
And now you're yelling in the shopping line,
Say, "Here's two nickels, will you give me a quarter?"
(I want to tell you)
Strobe, (I want to tell you)
Strobe, (I want to tell you)
Strobe, (I want to tell you)
Strobe.
Strobe, (I want to tell you)
Strobe, (I want to tell you)
Strobe.
