Madison City Parking Ticket Groove
Diet Lite Lyrics


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Well I'm just sitting with my baby in a cold dark lazy room
My my it's half past nine
Those hazy lazy blues
It's Friday morn the world's to scorn
I sick it baby too
But a cat's a-sleeping on my back and I can't get away from you
I make it up but coffee keeps me tied up in the living room
Can't force myself to look down Mifflin St from here on Broom
Your creaky voice comes creeping through the creaky door
So you can tell me
Max it's dead
Come back to bed
To which I must be true
Until I saw electric light screaming down the one-way
I said hun I got to run lest I be caught in contempt
Of the law of Friday morn that says you got to get up early
Or play by the rules
You goddamn fool
I lost the race to save my face
And sitting in the glinting light
A ticket flapping in the wind
Madison city parking ticket groove
Ain't it hard bein a stranger
Ain't it hard losing your cool
I ain't no bard but let me tell you
I'll make mistakes but I'll make it through
Acquistioner I was but the grifter he wasn't far
"Officer I must confess I did transgress but hardly"
Standing in the sun he simply said
"What can be done"
Slack-jaw I was cause then he vanished into nothing
Oh grievances
You gave it up for them
You meticulously provided for me
Oh grievances
You gave it up for them
You meticulously abided by me
Now play by the rules
You goddamn fool
Now play by the rules
You goddamn fool
Play by the rules
You goddamn fool
Play by the rules
You goddamn fool
Play by the rules, play by the rules
Ain't it hard bein a stranger
Ain't it hard losing your cool
I ain't no bard but let me tell you
I'll make mistakes but I'll make it through
I'll make it through
I'll make it through
Yes I'll make it through

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Madison City Parking Ticket Groove" by Diet Lite depict a scene where the singer is sitting in a cold and dark room with their partner. The atmosphere is described as lazy and hazy, evoking a sense of lethargy and discontent. The mention of it being Friday morning suggests a longing for the weekend and a desire to escape from the responsibilities and rules of everyday life.


The presence of a cat sleeping on the singer's back symbolizes a sense of being weighed down and trapped in their current situation. The mention of coffee keeping them tied up in the living room implies a feeling of being stagnant and unable to break free. The partner's voice is described as creaky and creeping, suggesting a sense of dissatisfaction and tension in the relationship.


The narrative takes a turn when the singer sees an electric light outside and realizes they need to leave to avoid getting a parking ticket. This moment represents a breaking point where the singer must choose between following the rules or risk facing the consequences. The line "Ain't it hard bein a stranger, Ain't it hard losing your cool" highlights the struggle of conforming to societal expectations and the difficulty of maintaining composure in challenging situations.


Overall, the lyrics convey a sense of frustration, rebellion, and the desire for freedom amidst the constraints of everyday life.


Line by Line Meaning

Well I'm just sitting with my baby in a cold dark lazy room
I am currently in a quiet and dimly lit room with my significant other


My my it's half past nine
Oh my, it is already 9:30


Those hazy lazy blues
Feeling a bit lazy and melancholic


It's Friday morn the world's to scorn
It's Friday morning, a time when the world often feels disapproving


I sick it baby too
I feel the same way, my dear


But a cat's a-sleeping on my back and I can't get away from you
However, I am being held back from leaving by a cat sleeping on my back, metaphorically representing the inability to escape the relationship


I make it up but coffee keeps me tied up in the living room
I try to make excuses to leave, but my coffee habit keeps me bound to this room


Can't force myself to look down Mifflin St from here on Broom
I am unable to gather the courage to face the realities of the outside world


Your creaky voice comes creeping through the creaky door
Your voice, which has a rusty quality, reaches me through the old and squeaky door


So you can tell me Max it's dead
You inform me that something named Max has passed away


Come back to bed
Please come back and join me in bed


To which I must be true
I feel obligated to comply with your request


Until I saw electric light screaming down the one-way
However, I witnessed the bright glow of electric streetlights illuminating the one-way road


I said hun I got to run lest I be caught in contempt
I exclaimed, my dear, that I must hurry to avoid getting in trouble


Of the law of Friday morn that says you got to get up early
I refer to the tradition of waking up early on a Friday morning as an obligation


Or play by the rules
Otherwise, one must abide by the established norms


You goddamn fool
You foolish person


I lost the race to save my face
I failed in my attempt to preserve my reputation


And sitting in the glinting light
As I sat in the shimmering light


A ticket flapping in the wind
I noticed a ticket fluttering in the breeze


Madison city parking ticket groove
It represents the frustrating experience of receiving a parking ticket in Madison city


Ain't it hard bein a stranger
Isn't it difficult to feel like an outsider


Ain't it hard losing your cool
Isn't it tough to control one's emotions


I ain't no bard but let me tell you
I may not be a skilled poet, but allow me to explain


I'll make mistakes but I'll make it through
I may make errors, but I will endure


Acquisitioner I was but the grifter he wasn't far
I used to be an expert at acquiring things, but there was someone attempting to deceive me nearby


"Officer I must confess I did transgress but hardly"
"Officer, I confess that I made a small mistake, but it wasn't significant"


Standing in the sun he simply said
He stood in the sunlight and calmly stated


"What can be done"
"What can be done to resolve this issue"


Slack-jaw I was cause then he vanished into nothing
I was left dumbfounded as he disappeared without a trace


Oh grievances
Oh, the complaints and problems


You gave it up for them
You sacrificed yourself for their sake


You meticulously provided for me
You took great care in fulfilling my needs


You meticulously abided by me
You strictly adhered to my wishes


Now play by the rules
Now follow the established guidelines


You goddamn fool
You foolish person


Now play by the rules
Now adhere to the rules


You goddamn fool
You foolish person


Play by the rules
Follow the rules


You goddamn fool
You foolish person


Play by the rules
Adhere to the rules


You goddamn fool
You foolish person


Play by the rules, play by the rules
Obey the rules consistently


Ain't it hard bein a stranger
Isn't it challenging to feel like an outsider


Ain't it hard losing your cool
Isn't it difficult to maintain composure


I ain't no bard but let me tell you
I may not be a skilled poet, but allow me to explain


I'll make mistakes but I'll make it through
I may make errors, but I will endure


I'll make it through
I will persevere


I'll make it through
I will overcome


Yes I'll make it through
Indeed, I will overcome




Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Evan Marsalli, Kelson Kuzdas, Maxwell Niemann

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