Текст песни ROGER WATERS - Sunset Strip
ROGER WATERS - Sunset Strip слова песни
Текст песни ROGER WATERS - Sunset Strip
I like staying with my Uncle DaveAnd i like playing with his great daneBut I don't fitI feel alien and strange, Kinda outa rangeI like riding in my Uncle's carDown to the beach where the pretty girls all parade( )And movie stars and paparazzi playThe Charles Atlas kicking sand in the face gameAnd I sit in the canyon with my back to the seaThere's a blood red dragon on a field of greenCalling me backBack to the Black Hills againOoh, ooh, Billy come homeBilly is searching for his native landFlicking through the station with the dial in his headPickingup--------------andA male voice choir on the short wave bandBilly tap's out Jim's number on the 'phoneSits shaking as he waits for Jim's answering toneCome on my friend, speak to me, pleasethe land of my fathers is calling to meAnd I sit in the canyon with my back to the seaThere's a blood red dragon on a field of greenCalling me back, back to the Black Hills againOoh, ooh, Billy come home.Come on homeHi sits in the canyon with his back to the seaSees a blood red dragon on a field of greenHe hears a male voice choir singing Billy come homeBilly, Billy, come homeCalifornian Weirdo: I don't like fish, marine fish.Jim: You are listening to KAOS here in Los AngelesCalifornian Weirdo: I don't like fishJim: Yes, we've established that, Ah! Do you have a request?Californian Weirdo: Shell fish, guppy, salmon, shrimp and crab andlobster, flounder, I hate fish, but I think most of all I have