Song | Filipino Box Spring Hog |
Artist | Tom Waits |
Album | Tales From The Underground |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Waits | |
Well I hung on to Mary's stump | |
I danced with a soldier's glee | |
With a rum soaked crook | |
And a big fat laugh | |
I spent my last dollar on thee | |
I saw Bill Bones, gave him a yell | |
Kehoe spiked the nog | |
With a chain link fence | |
And a scrap iron jaw | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring hog | |
Spider rolled in from | |
Hollister Burn | |
With a one-eyed stolen Mare | |
Donned himself with chicken fat | |
Sawin on a jaw bone violin there | |
Kathleen was sittin down | |
In little reds recovery room | |
In her criminal underwear bra | |
I was naked to the waist | |
With my fierce black hound | |
And I'm cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Dig a big pit in a dirt alley road | |
Fill it with madrone and bay | |
Stinks like hell | |
And the neighbors complain | |
Don't give a hoot what they say | |
Slap that hog | |
Gotta roll em over twice | |
Baste him with a sweeping broom | |
You gotta swat them flies | |
And chain up the dogs | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Rattle snake piccata with grapes and figs | |
Old brown Betty with a yellow wig | |
Tain't the mince meat filagree | |
And it ain't the turkey neck stew | |
And it ain't them bruleed | |
Okra seeds though she | |
Made them especially for you | |
Worse won a prize for her | |
Bottom black pie | |
The beans got to thrown to the dogs | |
Jaheseus Christ I can always | |
Make room when they're | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog |
zuo ci : Waits | |
Well I hung on to Mary' s stump | |
I danced with a soldier' s glee | |
With a rum soaked crook | |
And a big fat laugh | |
I spent my last dollar on thee | |
I saw Bill Bones, gave him a yell | |
Kehoe spiked the nog | |
With a chain link fence | |
And a scrap iron jaw | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring hog | |
Spider rolled in from | |
Hollister Burn | |
With a oneeyed stolen Mare | |
Donned himself with chicken fat | |
Sawin on a jaw bone violin there | |
Kathleen was sittin down | |
In little reds recovery room | |
In her criminal underwear bra | |
I was naked to the waist | |
With my fierce black hound | |
And I' m cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Dig a big pit in a dirt alley road | |
Fill it with madrone and bay | |
Stinks like hell | |
And the neighbors complain | |
Don' t give a hoot what they say | |
Slap that hog | |
Gotta roll em over twice | |
Baste him with a sweeping broom | |
You gotta swat them flies | |
And chain up the dogs | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Rattle snake piccata with grapes and figs | |
Old brown Betty with a yellow wig | |
Tain' t the mince meat filagree | |
And it ain' t the turkey neck stew | |
And it ain' t them bruleed | |
Okra seeds though she | |
Made them especially for you | |
Worse won a prize for her | |
Bottom black pie | |
The beans got to thrown to the dogs | |
Jaheseus Christ I can always | |
Make room when they' re | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog |
zuò cí : Waits | |
Well I hung on to Mary' s stump | |
I danced with a soldier' s glee | |
With a rum soaked crook | |
And a big fat laugh | |
I spent my last dollar on thee | |
I saw Bill Bones, gave him a yell | |
Kehoe spiked the nog | |
With a chain link fence | |
And a scrap iron jaw | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring hog | |
Spider rolled in from | |
Hollister Burn | |
With a oneeyed stolen Mare | |
Donned himself with chicken fat | |
Sawin on a jaw bone violin there | |
Kathleen was sittin down | |
In little reds recovery room | |
In her criminal underwear bra | |
I was naked to the waist | |
With my fierce black hound | |
And I' m cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Dig a big pit in a dirt alley road | |
Fill it with madrone and bay | |
Stinks like hell | |
And the neighbors complain | |
Don' t give a hoot what they say | |
Slap that hog | |
Gotta roll em over twice | |
Baste him with a sweeping broom | |
You gotta swat them flies | |
And chain up the dogs | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Rattle snake piccata with grapes and figs | |
Old brown Betty with a yellow wig | |
Tain' t the mince meat filagree | |
And it ain' t the turkey neck stew | |
And it ain' t them bruleed | |
Okra seeds though she | |
Made them especially for you | |
Worse won a prize for her | |
Bottom black pie | |
The beans got to thrown to the dogs | |
Jaheseus Christ I can always | |
Make room when they' re | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog | |
Cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog |