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Текст песни C.W. Mccall - Milton

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Now, I`ll tell ya a tale that`ll bust yer heartThat only a few people knew, ta startIt all took place when our concert tour was booked at the SeaTac Hilton?I`ll guarantee ev`ry word`s the Gospel truthGot witnesses ta prove it, too,`Cause we all toured with a fella by the name a` Milton Now Milton was o-fficial tour director,Electrical piano-playin` plug connectorAn` the slave-drivin`-est travel conductorThat we ever seen in our livesHe`d say "Whaddya mean, ya need more rest?"The world don`t care whether ya look yer best!"Simply show up promptly at six A.M. with your instruments ...and your wives!" [Choir; in sorta of "Bringing In The Sheaves" way]Shall we gather at the airport? He`d always arrive in the nick a` timeA good five minutes ahead a` flight timeA-lookin` like he`d been drug through a needle`s eyeHe`d stand there, stoned and about ta chokeOn his Egg McMuffin an` his giant CokeAn` then he`d throw all the tickets on the counter and say"Check the bags and let`s fly!""Well, whaddya mean, this is too much weight?"We only got forty-six pieces a` freight!"And if it don`t go, who`s gonna explain it to our fan club in Tacoma?" We`d all get embarassed an` head for the planeWhile Milton stood there, bein` profaneBut somehow he always managed ta get on board ...in sort of a coma [Choir]When the drinks were served up yonder... Well, we deplaned at th` other endAll the trouble seemed to commence againThough Milton had ordered three station wagons, a pickup truck and a limoAnd though he`d phoned ahead to that Number TwoCussin` an` fussin` an` turnin` blueWe`d always end up with two Datsoons and a Pinto Now Milton took all a` that stuff in strideLaid on the floor, an` kicked an` criedBut we always looked up to him for hope and salvationBut we`d sink to the bottom a` trav`lers hellWhen he`d check us in a remote motelAnd he`d grab the clerk by his shirt an` tie an` say"Whaddya mean, ¿no reservaciГіnes?" [Choir]Milton`s getting bolder... He`d shut himself in room one-oh-fourLet nobody in `til he swept the floorAdjusted the lampshade, aligned the TV, fixed the faucet, called the promoter"Well, whaddya mean we`re the warmup show?"You`re puttin` me on! We`re stars, ya know!"And this ain`t the way we was treated last summer at Six Flags Over Dakota!"Now we gotta have a hunnert percent top billing,"Two-thirds in advance, a` course, you silly!"I`m sure we prefer a chauffered limosine and two air-conditioned dressing rooms, please."I`m what? Well, so`s your wife! She`s not? Well, to each his own."Beg pardon, stick it in my what? Well, really, Merle who?" [Choir]William Morris, keep us working... Now, Milton was a real good friend a` mineAn` we`d stuck together on down that lineBut there was one or two points over which we just had to dee-bateLike takin`-your-clothes-off-an`-hangin`-from-a-cross-in-front-a`-the-Tri-County-FairgroundsIs not necessarily an assurance that the crowd ain`t gonna start throwin` tomatasAn` when ya arrive at four for a five o`clock showAn` the stage ain`t built an` there`s no electricityAbout all ya could do is sit on yer butt an` cut baitHowever, you give ol` Milton four strong bodies, a nine-foot grand, a beer and a cigaretteAn` you just knew that show was gonna be ...outta state [Choir]Bringing in the breadBringing in the bread... Now one night up there in WashingtonWe didn`t get paid for a show we`d doneAn` poor ol` Milton couldn`t live with that; his brain just shorted out.Well, he locked himself in the bathroomAn` then when he didn`t come out for an hour an` a halfWe figgered that somethin` was wrong, but we had to remove all doubtWe stood transfixed in shock and horrorWhen we busted down that there bathroom doorAnd I hope I never see a sight like that again; no, I don`tThere was nothin` to do but close our eyes, an` bow our heads, an` vocalizeWith a silent five-part acapella hymn, for him [Choir]What a friend we had in Milton... Now we`re gettin` ready, come next DecemberTo put another concert tour togetherAnd I`m sad to say ol` Milton ain`t a-gonna be with usNo, it ain`t gonna be exactly the sameWhen they introduce us without his nameSo Milton, wherever you are, we hope you miss us!See, Milton has moved on down the roadOver the rainbow, lookin` for goldYeah, he`s up there where the stage lights is always onBut we can`t forget that curly hairWhen last we saw him a-settin` thereHoldin` his tambourine, suckin` his thumb, an` sound asleep on the john

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Milton

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