Текст песни Toad The Wet Sprocket - Hobbit on The Rocks
Toad The Wet Sprocket - Hobbit on The Rocks слова песни
Music by: glen phillips and toadLyrics by: glen phillipsTheres an old virginian vibraphoneWith a calculated gaitAnd a man who thinks hes al caponeWith a cumberbund and capeDont criticize what a vicar would prize in youAnd talk to the man if you feel he needs talking toAnd the hobbit on the rocks is cryingAnd the fish upon the docks are dyingTheres an orchestra in rococoAnd an insulated dwarfAnd the ships are sinking in the seaAs they sail from the shoresDont criticize what a vicar would prize in youAnd the hobbit on the rocks is cryingAnd the fish upon the docks are dyingAnd the hobbit on the rocks is cryingFor the grunion in the sand entwiningDont criticize what a vicar would prize in youAnd talk to yourself if you feel you need talking to