Lyrics:Margaret-Tiger Rug [Version (a)]:
It's Margaret, the daring songwriter
She's got muscles in her eyes
She's got everything going for her there
So take a ride on her pen, step inside
There goes Margaret, the daring ice skater
She skates the truth on the ice
If she wasn't so daring and dashing
Her lips would be chapped at half price
It appears I sent you off to treatment
With the tiger by the tail
And if he could be free
He wouldn't have stripes on him like jail
Jailer comes in twice a day
And feeds him a hunk of meat
That is just the same
As you get out upon the street
Jungle's home
Why isn't he free?
Just because his head is doesn't mean his limbs are
That can mean the same as a monkey on a tree
It's Margaret, the daring songwriter
She's got muscles in her eyes
She's got everything going for her there
So take a ride on her pen, step inside
There goes Margaret, the daring ice skater
She skates the truth on the ice
If she wasn't so daring and dashing
Her lips would be chapped at half price
Da da da
The Song:"Margaret-Tiger Rug" is a song by Skip Spence, from his album,
Oar. Beck recorded the entirety of
Oar for the third installment of his Record Club project.
The original song is a very sparse song, with just a drum beat and some minimal guitar and Skip's spooky voice. Beck and his Record Club tap into some dynamics, by slowly speeding the song up until the tempo outpaces them all. Beck and Jeff Tweedy each sing a verse, and then they duet, then they each do their verse again.