Текст песни Weird Al Yankovic - Generic Blues
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I woke up this mornin`,Then I went back to bed.Said I woke up this mornin`,Then I went right back to bed.Got a funny kinda feelin`,Like I got broken glass in my underwear,And a herd of wild pigs is tryin` to chew off my head.You know what I`m sayin`?Well, I ain`t got no money,I`m just walkin` down the road.Said I ain`t got no money, honey,So I`m just walkin` down this lonely old road.Well, I wish I could get me some money,But I forgot my automated teller code.I was born in a paper sack, in the bottom of a sewer.I had to eat dirt clods for breakfast, my family was so poor,My daddy was a waitress, my mama sold bathroom tile.My brothers and sisters all hated me,`cause I was an only child.I got the blues so bad.Kinda wish I was dead.Maybe I`ll blow my brains out, mama.Or maybe I`ll, yeah, maybe I`ll just go bowlin` instead.I`m just a no-good, scum-sucking, nose-picking, boot-licking, snivelling, grovelling worthless hunk of slime.Nothin` but a low-down, beer-bellied, bone-headed, pigeon-toed, turkey-necked, weasel-faced worthless hunk of slime.I guess I`ve got a pretty low self-image, maybe it`s a chemical imbalance or something.I should probably go and see a doctor about it when I`ve got the time.Aw, make it talk, son, make it talk.Okay, now make it shut up.Plagues and famine and pestilence always seem to get me down.I always feel so miserable whenever I`m around.I wish somebody would come along, stick a pitchfork through my brain.I`d flush myself right down the toilet, but I`d just clog up the drain.I got the blues so bad,Kinda wish I was dead.Maybe I`ll blow my brains out, mama,Or maybe I`ll go bowling.Or I just might go bowling.Maybe I`ll just rent some shoes and go bowling.Maybe I`ll join a league, enter a tournament, put on a stupid-lookin` shirt and go bowling,Instead.