Текст (слова) песни: Weird Al Yankovic - Generic Blues

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.

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Weird Al Yankovic - Generic Blues 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. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Generic Blues: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/122/1/1243.html Все тексты песен: Weird Al Yankovic » Weird Al Yankovic - Waffle King » Weird Al Yankovic - Jerry Springer » Weird Al Yankovic - Melanie » Weird Al Yankovic - Polkas On 45 » Weird Al Yankovic - The Biggest Ball Of Twine In Minnesota » Weird Al Yankovic - Food Medley as Performed in 1985 » Weird Al Yankovic - Albuquerque » Weird Al Yankovic - Dare To Be Stupid » Weird Al Yankovic - Waffle King » Weird Al Yankovic - She Drives Like Crazy » Weird Al Yankovic - Iguana » Weird Al Yankovic - Here`s Johnny » Weird Al Yankovic - 1985 Food Medley05Don`t You Forget About » Weird Al Yankovic - RealRadio 104.1 » Weird Al Yankovic - Everything You Know Is Wrong » Weird Al Yankovic - Dr. Demento`s 15th Anniversary Special » Weird Al Yankovic - Your Horoscope For Today » Weird Al Yankovic - Living With a Hernia » Weird Al Yankovic - Gee, I`m A Nerd » Weird Al Yankovic - 1985 Food Medley12Whole Lotta Lunch Рекомендуем скачать: » Ногу Свело! - Последнее танго » Ночные Снайперы - Питерская » Н.Басков - Воздушный замок » Николай Шипилов - Проводница » Несчастный Случай, Алексей Кортнев - Зоология » Наговицын Сергей - ЖЕЛЕЗНОДОРОЖНИКИ » Ночные Снайперы - Офицерская жена » Несчастный Случай, Алексей Кортнев - Джаз-клуб РККА » Ночные Снайперы - Я не знаю кто ты » Новелла Матвеева - Цвел ли, не цвел ли в низине жасмин... » Настя Полева - Стратосфера » Ночной патруль - Шаг за шагом » Наутилус Помпилиус, Вячеслав Бутусов - Абсолютное белое » Н.Власова - Она » Нина Иовчук - Маяк » Настя - Встречай себя завтра » Наташа Королева - Последний поезд » Нина Иовчук - Любимые » Наталья Байрак - Линия судьбы » Николай Шипилов - Элегия
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