Текст песни Roger Miller - GUV’MENT
Roger Miller - GUV’MENT слова песни
Well, you dad-gum government You sorry so `n` so`s You got your damn hands in every pocket Of my clothes Well you dad-gum, dad-gum, dad-gum government Oh don`t you know Oh don`t you love `em sometimes Well you dad-gum government You better pay attention You`re sittin` up there like a fool`s convention Well you dad-gum, dad-gum, dad-gum government Oh don`t you know Oh don`t you love `em sometimes Well you soul selling no-good Son-of-a-shoe-fittin` firestarters I ought to tear your no good Perambulatory bone frame And nail it to your government walls All of you, you Bastards You da-gum government You sorry rackafratchits You got yourself an itch a And you want me to scratch it Well you dad-gum, dad-gum, dad-gum government Of don`t you know Oh don`t you love `em sometime Well you soul selling no-good Son-of-a-shoe-fittin` firestarters I ought to tear your no good Perambulatory bone frame And nail it to your government walls All of you, you Bastards Well, you dad-gum government You sorry so `n` so`s You got your damn hands in every pocket Of my clothes Well you dad-gum, dad-gum, dad-gum government Oh don`t you know Oh don`t you love `em sometimes