Corvette Bummer
Beck · Other Songs - Beck
All my days I had moldy bread
Robot brains and the flying airplanes
Hollowed out and filled with dust
Rocking like a hurricane under the rug
Bored to the core on a sunken boat
A worn out candle and a plastic coat
A ziploc bag, a pelican bone
A perfect, stupid, cardboard reject
Overfed, electric comatose
Riding in the air, invisible socks
A broken blanket, flaming sawdust
Waking up in the shadow of a piece of dirt
Gonna fly like a dog, gonna leap right out the wall
Gonna walk around this town with a can of whiskey
Gonna run like a bird, gonna roll out in the dirt
Gonna run around this town with a phone machine
Yellow cat laying flat on the road
Molten lead shooting out the ground
Tinfoil witch burning under the bridge
Flap your wings and leap out the window
Put a glass eye in the eyes of God
Nuke the kids, Polaroid cupcake
Take it to the limit, new wave biscuit
Camouflage gimmick, wimp out like never before
Gonna jump like a flag, gonna burn like a pig
Gonna flap around and pass out on the kitchen floor
Gonna crawl like a rock, gonna dance like a worm
Gonna take my shoes right off and smell my socks
Fly like a squirrel, gonna swim like a chicken
Gonna weedwack a plate of noodles in the afternoon
Gonna melt like a weasel, gonna fry like a kid
Gonna get my walkie talkie, and some mustard
And some mayonnaise, and a mermaid
And some macaroni, bricks and some telephone wires
And phone machines and a fax machine and a
Robot brains and the flying airplanes
Hollowed out and filled with dust
Rocking like a hurricane under the rug
Bored to the core on a sunken boat
A worn out candle and a plastic coat
A ziploc bag, a pelican bone
A perfect, stupid, cardboard reject
Overfed, electric comatose
Riding in the air, invisible socks
A broken blanket, flaming sawdust
Waking up in the shadow of a piece of dirt
Gonna fly like a dog, gonna leap right out the wall
Gonna walk around this town with a can of whiskey
Gonna run like a bird, gonna roll out in the dirt
Gonna run around this town with a phone machine
Yellow cat laying flat on the road
Molten lead shooting out the ground
Tinfoil witch burning under the bridge
Flap your wings and leap out the window
Put a glass eye in the eyes of God
Nuke the kids, Polaroid cupcake
Take it to the limit, new wave biscuit
Camouflage gimmick, wimp out like never before
Gonna jump like a flag, gonna burn like a pig
Gonna flap around and pass out on the kitchen floor
Gonna crawl like a rock, gonna dance like a worm
Gonna take my shoes right off and smell my socks
Fly like a squirrel, gonna swim like a chicken
Gonna weedwack a plate of noodles in the afternoon
Gonna melt like a weasel, gonna fry like a kid
Gonna get my walkie talkie, and some mustard
And some mayonnaise, and a mermaid
And some macaroni, bricks and some telephone wires
And phone machines and a fax machine and a
Corvette Bummer
Released on Beck's 1994 album *Odelay*, "Corvette Bummer" stands as a defining track of the alternative rock era, blending psychedelic textures with a driving, rhythmic groove. The song exemplifies Beck's signature ability to merge disparate musical influences, from surf rock to funk, creating a sound that was both nostalgic and forward-looking. Its distinctive production and catchy melody made it an instant hit, contributing to the album's critical acclaim and cementing Beck's status as a major force in 90s music. The track remains a staple of his discography, often cited for its innovative approach to songwriting and its enduring appeal across generations of listeners.