Текст песни Bob Dylan - On The Road Again
Bob Dylan - On The Road Again слова песни
Well, I woke up in the morningTheres frogs inside my socksYour mama, shes a-hidinInside the iceboxYour daddy walks in wearinA napoleon bonaparte maskThen you ask why I dont live hereHoney, do you have to ask? Well, I go to pet your monkeyI get a face full of clawsI ask whos in the fireplaceAnd you tell me santa clausThe milkman comes inHes wearing a derby hatThen you ask why I dont live hereHoney, how come you have to ask me that? Well, I asked for something to eatIm hungry as a hogSo I get brown rice, seaweedAnd a dirty hot dogIve got a holeWhere my stomach disappearedThen you ask why I dont live hereHoney, I gotta think youre really weird.Your grandpas caneIt turns into a swordYour grandma prays to picturesThat are pasted on a boardEverything inside my pocketsYour uncle stealsThen you ask why I dont live hereHoney, I cant believe that youre for real.Well, theres fist fights in the kitchenTheyre enough to make me cryThe mailman comes inEven hes gotta take a sideEven the butlerHes got something to proveThen you ask why I dont live hereHoney, how come you dont move?