Posted in: Musicouching by saahil garg on April 11th, 2010 | 0 Comments
This music was found on internet. I think its pretty cool and deserves more respect.
if your the author please leave a comment on the bottom.
Down at the gas station
they give out false teeth and salvation
they say its the best in the nation
they claim its the best in town
so roll your rug out on my floor
and pound a nail into my door
what was the football score
how do they calculate these things
Chorus:
don’t call me on the telephone
don’t ring the bell when I ain’t home
don’t ask me where I come from
I wouldn’t ask such things of you
don’t give my dog your chicken bones
don’t spray him down with cheap cologne
don’t ask me to play on your trombone
OK, maybe a note or so
Verse 2:
Down at the power plant
they got snorkels in their hands
they like to smack me on the ass
they invite me out to dinner
but when I punch that time clock
and put my key into that lock
and set fire to my paper smock
I feel like such a winner
(Chorus)
Bridge:
Every body’s got the cheese
throwing their rancid sausages at me
every body’s getting high as the moon
floating down the river on a plastic spoon……and now i croon……..
don’t call me on the telephone
don’t ring the bell when I ain’t home
don’t ask me where I come from
I wouldn’t ask such things of you
don’t call me on the telephone
don’t ring the bell when I ain’t home
don’t ask me where I come from
I wouldn’t ask such things of you (FINISH)
