The Wish Lyrics
| Song | The Wish |
| Artist | Bruce Springsteen |
| Album | Tracks |
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| Lyrics：Bruce Springsteen Music：Bruce Springsteen | |
| Dirty old street all slushed up in the rain and snow | |
| Little boy and his ma shivering outside a rundown music store window | |
| That night on top of a Christmas tree shines one beautiful star | |
| And lying underneath a brand-new Japanese guitar | |
| I remember in the morning, ma, hearing your alarm clock ring | |
| I'd lie in bed and listen to you gettin' ready for work | |
| The sound of your makeup case on the sink | |
| And the ladies at the office, all lipstick, perfume and rustlin' skirts | |
| And how proud and happy you always looked walking home from work | |
| If pa's eyes were windows into a world so deadly and true | |
| You couldn't stop me from looking but you kept me from crawlin' through | |
| And if it's a funny old world, mama, where a little boy's wishes come true | |
| Well I got a few in my pocket and a special one just for you | |
| It ain't no phone call on Sunday, flowers or a mother's day card | |
| It ain't no house on a hill with a garden and a nice little yard | |
| I got my hot rod down on Bond Street, I'm older but you'll know me in a glance | |
| We'll find us a little rock 'n roll bar and baby we'll go out and dance | |
| Well it was me in my Beatle boots, you in pink curlers and matador pants | |
| Pullin' me up of the couch to do the twist for my uncles and aunts | |
| Well I found a girl of my own now, ma, I popped the question on your birthday | |
| She stood waiting on the front porch while you were telling me to get out there | |
| And say what it was that I had to say | |
| Last night we all sat around laughing at the things that guitar brought us | |
| And I layed awake thinking 'bout the other things it's brought us | |
| Well tonight I'm takin's requests here in the kitchen | |
| This one's for you, ma, let me come right out and say it | |
| It's overdue, but baby, if you're looking for a sad song, well I ain't gonna play it |
| Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
| Dirty old street all slushed up in the rain and snow | |
| Little boy and his ma shivering outside a rundown music store window | |
| That night on top of a Christmas tree shines one beautiful star | |
| And lying underneath a brandnew Japanese guitar | |
| I remember in the morning, ma, hearing your alarm clock ring | |
| I' d lie in bed and listen to you gettin' ready for work | |
| The sound of your makeup case on the sink | |
| And the ladies at the office, all lipstick, perfume and rustlin' skirts | |
| And how proud and happy you always looked walking home from work | |
| If pa' s eyes were windows into a world so deadly and true | |
| You couldn' t stop me from looking but you kept me from crawlin' through | |
| And if it' s a funny old world, mama, where a little boy' s wishes come true | |
| Well I got a few in my pocket and a special one just for you | |
| It ain' t no phone call on Sunday, flowers or a mother' s day card | |
| It ain' t no house on a hill with a garden and a nice little yard | |
| I got my hot rod down on Bond Street, I' m older but you' ll know me in a glance | |
| We' ll find us a little rock ' n roll bar and baby we' ll go out and dance | |
| Well it was me in my Beatle boots, you in pink curlers and matador pants | |
| Pullin' me up of the couch to do the twist for my uncles and aunts | |
| Well I found a girl of my own now, ma, I popped the question on your birthday | |
| She stood waiting on the front porch while you were telling me to get out there | |
| And say what it was that I had to say | |
| Last night we all sat around laughing at the things that guitar brought us | |
| And I layed awake thinking ' bout the other things it' s brought us | |
| Well tonight I' m takin' s requests here in the kitchen | |
| This one' s for you, ma, let me come right out and say it | |
| It' s overdue, but baby, if you' re looking for a sad song, well I ain' t gonna play it |
| Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
| Dirty old street all slushed up in the rain and snow | |
| Little boy and his ma shivering outside a rundown music store window | |
| That night on top of a Christmas tree shines one beautiful star | |
| And lying underneath a brandnew Japanese guitar | |
| I remember in the morning, ma, hearing your alarm clock ring | |
| I' d lie in bed and listen to you gettin' ready for work | |
| The sound of your makeup case on the sink | |
| And the ladies at the office, all lipstick, perfume and rustlin' skirts | |
| And how proud and happy you always looked walking home from work | |
| If pa' s eyes were windows into a world so deadly and true | |
| You couldn' t stop me from looking but you kept me from crawlin' through | |
| And if it' s a funny old world, mama, where a little boy' s wishes come true | |
| Well I got a few in my pocket and a special one just for you | |
| It ain' t no phone call on Sunday, flowers or a mother' s day card | |
| It ain' t no house on a hill with a garden and a nice little yard | |
| I got my hot rod down on Bond Street, I' m older but you' ll know me in a glance | |
| We' ll find us a little rock ' n roll bar and baby we' ll go out and dance | |
| Well it was me in my Beatle boots, you in pink curlers and matador pants | |
| Pullin' me up of the couch to do the twist for my uncles and aunts | |
| Well I found a girl of my own now, ma, I popped the question on your birthday | |
| She stood waiting on the front porch while you were telling me to get out there | |
| And say what it was that I had to say | |
| Last night we all sat around laughing at the things that guitar brought us | |
| And I layed awake thinking ' bout the other things it' s brought us | |
| Well tonight I' m takin' s requests here in the kitchen | |
| This one' s for you, ma, let me come right out and say it | |
| It' s overdue, but baby, if you' re looking for a sad song, well I ain' t gonna play it |
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