Текст песни John Prine - Onomatopoeia, слова песни John Prine

Текст песни John Prine - Onomatopoeia

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Forty-five minutesForty-five centsSixty-five agents sitting on a fenceSinging, hey brotherLook what we got for youWere gonna rope off an areaAnd put on a showFrom the canadian borderDown to mexicoIt might be the mostPotentially grossThing that we could possibly doYeah, little buddy gonna get your chanceMake them pubescents all wet their pantsWell record it liveAnd thats no jive.Hold it! stop it! no! no! no! no!Bang! went the pistol.Crash! went the window.Ouch! went the son of a gun.OnomatopoeiaI dont wanna see yaSpeaking in a foreign tongue.Knock! knock! hello!Can I come in? Gee, that was a wonderful show!Oh, you havent gone on yet? Well, how was I supposed to know? Hey! we got a great dateIts really downtownWere gonna get the grand canyonTo do the soundIts a boxing ringBut it might be the thingTo really put you in the doughListen little brother, dont ya get us wrongWhy we even know the words to your songJust say I doAnd well lay it on youYou! you! and me! me! me!Bang! went the pistolCrash! went the windowOuch! went the son of a gunOnomatopoeiaI dont want to see yaSpeaking in a foreign tongue.

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Onomatopoeia

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