Don Rosler: Lyricist/Songwriter/Producer

Lyrics

 

 Christine’s Refrigerator---Margolis, Rosler 

 

 I want my picture to stay

 

Up on Christine’s Refrigerator

 

Though I’m no longer with her

 

I want to stay there taped between

 

Her sister with her birthday cake

 

Her little brother standing on his head

 

 

 

All my boxes have been moved

 

There’s a TV I’ll take later

 

We were happy, so I thought

 

“We’re too alike” she said

 

 

 

Don’t have much family

 

Left in my life

 

Well I doubt they even have my picture up

 

Got a few friends here and there

 

Mostly all from work

 

Yes I know that’s life in the big city

 

 

 

I’ve had many a dinner beside

 

Christine’s Refrigerator

 

All those faces smiling at me

 

And I was thrilled to be above

 

Her parents by the Christmas tree

 

Her girlfriend with the tin foil in her hair

 

 

 

But on nights over there towards the end

 

When I’d somehow aggravate her

 

I could swear I’d see those smiles turn

 

To disapproving stares

 

 

 

Down the road some guy will ask

 

“Hey who’s that clown?”

 

That may be the time I must come down

 

But is there any harm in keeping me taped up till then

 

It may be a strange request

But it may ease my loneliness

 

Oh to know I still belong

Up on Christine’s Refrigerator

Is that too much to ask for

Just a little while longer