On the Road Again (takes 2–6 remake, 1/15/1965, false starts/complete) Songtext
von Bob Dylan
On the Road Again (takes 2–6 remake, 1/15/1965, false starts/complete) Songtext
Well, I wake up in the morning, there′s frogs inside my socks
Your mama, she's hidin′ inside the icebox
Your daddy walks 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 that who′s in the fireplace and you tell me, "Santa Claus"
The milkman comes in, he′s wearing a derby hat
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you have to ask me that?
Well, I ask for something to eat, I′m hungry as a hog
So I get brown rice, seaweed and a dirty 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
Your grandpa's cane, it turns into a sword
Your grandma prays to pictures that are pasted on a board
Everything inside 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 mailman comes in, even he's gotta take a side
Even the butler, he′s got something to prove
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you don′t move?
Your mama, she's hidin′ inside the icebox
Your daddy walks 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 that who′s in the fireplace and you tell me, "Santa Claus"
The milkman comes in, he′s wearing a derby hat
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you have to ask me that?
Well, I ask for something to eat, I′m hungry as a hog
So I get brown rice, seaweed and a dirty 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
Your grandpa's cane, it turns into a sword
Your grandma prays to pictures that are pasted on a board
Everything inside 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 mailman comes in, even he's gotta take a side
Even the butler, he′s got something to prove
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you don′t move?
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