Текст песни Lonesome Bulldog - Butthole Surfers

Lonesome Bulldog

Get alone, lonesome bulldog\nIt’s turning to spring\nGet alone, lonesome bulldog\nIt’s that time again\nThough it’s raining\nStop complaining\nThere’s a long\nRoad to bear\nGet alone, lonesome bulldog\nGet alone, over there,\nGet alone, lonesome bulldog\nIn spring.\nWell, Mahatma Ghandi was a little spindly bottom ying ragged headed boy, who gre\nw up in a Western Kentucky village called Johnstonvile, in Harrison County, ther\ne he grew up. His mother was a white woman, his father was a rastifarian, he ref\nused to buy the family seafood on their outings. There he developed a taste for\nconvertibles, blonde haired women, and big old long Indian dig, so get alone, ge\nt alone little Mahatma Ghandi in the spring.\nGet alone, lonesome bulldog\nWhile there’s snow on the ground\nGet alone, lonesome bulldog\nWhere you’ll never be found\nIn the morning\nWithout warning\nAnd there’s\nNo food to share\nGet alone, lonesome bulldog\nGet alone, over there,\nGet alone, lonesome bulldog\nIn spring.\nWell pretty soon little Mahatma Ghandi was going 300 miles per hour, and I’ll te\nll you what, he was going 300 miles per hour was because his strangely turbo cha\nrged penis head was making him do it that why, just kidding. Mahatma Ghandi had\na tremendous career at high school, college, and in law school, and in the house\nof representatives. There he found himself as a presidential candidate, and met\nup with Mary Joe Pipette, and across the (?) bridge they did ride. So get alone\n, get alone little Mahatma Ghandi in the spring.\nLonesome Bulldog Sözleri, AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır.