Текст песни Bob Dylan - On the road again

Well, I woke up in the morningThere's frogs inside my socksYour mama, she's a-hidin'Inside the iceboxYour daddy walks in wearin'A Napoleon Bonaparte maskThen you askWhy I don't live hereHoney, do you have to ask?Well, I go to pet your monkeyI get a face full of clawsI ask who's in the fireplaceAnd you tell me Santa ClausThe milkman comes inHe's wearing a derby hatThen you askWhy I don't live hereHoney, how come you have to ask me that?Well, I asked for something to eatI'm hungry as a hogSo I get brown rice,Seaweed and a dirty hot dog

I've got a holeWhere my stomach disappearedThen you askWhy I don't live hereHoney, I gotta think you're really weirdYour grandpa's caneIt turns into a swordYour grandma prays to picturesThat are pasted on a boardEverything inside my pocketsYour uncle stealsThen you askWhy I don't live hereHoney, I can't believe that you're for realWell, there's fist fights in the kitchenThey're enough to make me cryThe mailman comes inEven he's gotta take a sideEven the butlerHe's got something to proveThen you askWhy I don't live hereHoney, how come you don't move
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