Song | Lonesome Bulldog |
Artist | Butthole Surfers |
Album | Pioughd |
作词 : Butthole Surfers | |
Get alone, lonesome bulldog | |
It's turning to spring | |
Get alone, lonesome bulldog | |
It's that time again | |
Though it's raining | |
Stop complaining | |
There's a long | |
Road to bear | |
Get alone, lonesome bulldog | |
Get alone, over there, | |
Get alone, lonesome bulldog | |
In spring. | |
Well, Mahatma | |
Ghandi was a little spindly bottom ying ragged headed boy, who grew up in a | |
Western Kentucky village called | |
Johnstonvile, in | |
Harrison County, there he grew up. | |
His mother was a white woman, his father was a rastifarian, he refused to buy the family seafood on their outings. | |
There he developed a taste for convertibles, blonde haired women, and big old long | |
Indian dig, so get alone, get alone little | |
Mahatma Ghandi in the spring. | |
Get alone, lonesome bulldog | |
While there's snow on the ground | |
Get alone, lonesome bulldog | |
Where you'll never be found | |
In the morning | |
Without warning | |
And there's | |
No food to share | |
Get alone, lonesome bulldog | |
Get alone, over there, | |
Get alone, lonesome bulldog | |
In spring. | |
Well pretty soon little | |
Mahatma Ghandi was going 300 miles per hour, and | |
I'll tell you what, he was going 300 miles per hour was because his strangely turbo charged penis head was making him do it that why, just kidding. | |
Mahatma Ghandi had a tremendous career at high school, college, and in law school, and in the house of representatives. | |
There he found himself as a presidential candidate, and met up with | |
Mary Joe Pipette, and across the (?) bridge they did ride. | |
So get alone, get alone little | |
Mahatma Ghandi in the spring. |
zuò cí : Butthole Surfers | |
Get alone, lonesome bulldog | |
It' s turning to spring | |
Get alone, lonesome bulldog | |
It' s that time again | |
Though it' s raining | |
Stop complaining | |
There' s a long | |
Road to bear | |
Get alone, lonesome bulldog | |
Get alone, over there, | |
Get alone, lonesome bulldog | |
In spring. | |
Well, Mahatma | |
Ghandi was a little spindly bottom ying ragged headed boy, who grew up in a | |
Western Kentucky village called | |
Johnstonvile, in | |
Harrison County, there he grew up. | |
His mother was a white woman, his father was a rastifarian, he refused to buy the family seafood on their outings. | |
There he developed a taste for convertibles, blonde haired women, and big old long | |
Indian dig, so get alone, get alone little | |
Mahatma Ghandi in the spring. | |
Get alone, lonesome bulldog | |
While there' s snow on the ground | |
Get alone, lonesome bulldog | |
Where you' ll never be found | |
In the morning | |
Without warning | |
And there' s | |
No food to share | |
Get alone, lonesome bulldog | |
Get alone, over there, | |
Get alone, lonesome bulldog | |
In spring. | |
Well pretty soon little | |
Mahatma Ghandi was going 300 miles per hour, and | |
I' ll tell you what, he was going 300 miles per hour was because his strangely turbo charged penis head was making him do it that why, just kidding. | |
Mahatma Ghandi had a tremendous career at high school, college, and in law school, and in the house of representatives. | |
There he found himself as a presidential candidate, and met up with | |
Mary Joe Pipette, and across the ? bridge they did ride. | |
So get alone, get alone little | |
Mahatma Ghandi in the spring. |