"On the Road Again" Take 4 (1/14/1965) electric Songtext
von Bob Dylan
"On the Road Again" Take 4 (1/14/1965) electric Songtext
Well, I wake up in the morning, there′s frogs in my socks
Your mama, she's hidin′ inside the icebox
Your daddy comes in, wearin' a Napoleon Bonaparte mask
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, do you have to ask?
Well, I go to pet your monkey, I get a face full of claws
I ask who′s in the fireplace and you say, "Santa Claus"
The milkman comes in, wearing a derby hat
Then you ask why I don′t live here
Honey, how come you have to ask me that?
I ask for something to eat, I'm hungry as a hog
So I get brown rice, seaweed and a hot dog
I got a hole where my stomach disappeared
Then you ask why I don′t live here
Honey, I gotta think you're really weird
Well, your grandpa′s cane, it turns into a sword
Your grandma prays to pictures that are pasted on a board
Everything in my pockets your uncle steals
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, I can′t believe that you're for real
Well, there's fist fights in the kitchen, they′re enough to make me cry
Then the milkman comes in, even he′s gotta take a side
Then the butler, he's got something to prove
Then you ask why I don′t live here
Honey, I can't believe why don′t you just move?
Your mama, she's hidin′ inside the icebox
Your daddy comes in, wearin' a Napoleon Bonaparte mask
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, do you have to ask?
Well, I go to pet your monkey, I get a face full of claws
I ask who′s in the fireplace and you say, "Santa Claus"
The milkman comes in, wearing a derby hat
Then you ask why I don′t live here
Honey, how come you have to ask me that?
I ask for something to eat, I'm hungry as a hog
So I get brown rice, seaweed and a hot dog
I got a hole where my stomach disappeared
Then you ask why I don′t live here
Honey, I gotta think you're really weird
Well, your grandpa′s cane, it turns into a sword
Your grandma prays to pictures that are pasted on a board
Everything in my pockets your uncle steals
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, I can′t believe that you're for real
Well, there's fist fights in the kitchen, they′re enough to make me cry
Then the milkman comes in, even he′s gotta take a side
Then the butler, he's got something to prove
Then you ask why I don′t live here
Honey, I can't believe why don′t you just move?
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