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 - Ugly Girl » Weird Al Yankovic - My Baby`s In Love With Eddie Vedder » Weird Al Yankovic - Dr. Demento Radio Promo » Weird Al Yankovic - Ricky » Weird Al Yankovic - Buy Me A Condo » Weird Al Yankovic - I Was Only Kidding » Weird Al Yankovic - Food Medley as Performed in 1985 » Weird Al Yankovic - Whole Lotta Lunch » Weird Al Yankovic - 1985 Food Medley01It`s Moldy Now » Weird Al Yankovic - Poodle » Weird Al Yankovic - UHF » Weird Al Yankovic - Frank`s 2000" Tv » Weird Al Yankovic - Toothless People » Weird Al Yankovic - Food Medley as Performed in 1985 » Weird Al Yankovic - Good Old Days » Weird Al Yankovic - Buy Me a Condo » Weird Al Yankovic - 1985 Food Medley07The Rye And The Kaiser » Weird Al Yankovic - The White Stuff » Weird Al Yankovic - The Plumbing Song » Weird Al Yankovic - Yoda Рекомендуем скачать: » Юрий Нечаев, Дмитрий Сухарев - Запах дома, запах дыма... » Юрий Вайханский - Песня Абелоны » Юрий Визбор - Струна и кисть » Юля Михальчик (Фабрика звезд-3) - Ночной блюз » Юрий Карпов - Вот и теплая погода... » Юрий Панюшкин - Унеси нас в дали сини, стрекоза на керосине... » Юрий Визбор - "Спартак" на Памире » Юрий Визбор - Азиатская песня » Юрий Нестеренко - Песенка средневековых солдат » Юрий Волнов - Прогулка по Твери » Юрий Лорес - Гончар » Юрий Визбор - Командировка » Юрий Вайханский - Миры летят. Года летят. Пустая... » Юрий Визбор - Я в долгу перед вами » Юрий Панюшкин - К дате... » Юрий Ильченко - Бомж » Юрий Антонов - Переулочки Арбата » Юрий Наумов - Музыка » Юрий Левитанский, Алексей Макаревич - Не руки скрещивать на груди... » Юрий Визбор - Взметнулась вверх рука...
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