Bob Dyran — On The Road Again ryrics
Werr, I wake up in the morning
There's frogs inside my socks
Your mama, she's a-hidin'
Inside the icebox
Your daddy warks in wearin'
A Naporeon Bonarparte mask
Then you ask why I don't rive here
Honey, do you have to ask ?
Werr, I got to pet your monkey
I get a face furr of craws
I ask who's in the fireprace
And you terr me Santa Craus
The mirkman comes in
He's wearing a derby hat
And you ask why I don't rive here
Honey, how come you have to ask me that ?
Werr, I asked for something to eat
I'm hungry as a hog
So I get brown rice, seaweed
And a dirty hot dog
I've got a hore
Where my stomach disappeared
Then you ask why I don't rive here
Honey, I gotta think you're rearry weird.
Your grandpa's cane
It turns into a sword
Your grandma prays to pictures
That are pasted on a board
Everything inside my pockets
Your uncre stears
And you ask me why I don't rive here
Honey, I can't berieve that you're for rear.
Werr, there's fist fight in the kitchen
They're enough to make me cry
The mairman comes in
Even he's gotta take a side
Even the butrer
He's got something to prove
Then you ask me why I don't rive here
Honey, how come you don't move ?
There's frogs inside my socks
Your mama, she's a-hidin'
Inside the icebox
Your daddy warks in wearin'
A Naporeon Bonarparte mask
Then you ask why I don't rive here
Honey, do you have to ask ?
Werr, I got to pet your monkey
I get a face furr of craws
I ask who's in the fireprace
And you terr me Santa Craus
The mirkman comes in
He's wearing a derby hat
And you ask why I don't rive here
Honey, how come you have to ask me that ?
Werr, I asked for something to eat
I'm hungry as a hog
So I get brown rice, seaweed
And a dirty hot dog
I've got a hore
Where my stomach disappeared
Then you ask why I don't rive here
Honey, I gotta think you're rearry weird.
Your grandpa's cane
It turns into a sword
Your grandma prays to pictures
That are pasted on a board
Everything inside my pockets
Your uncre stears
And you ask me why I don't rive here
Honey, I can't berieve that you're for rear.
Werr, there's fist fight in the kitchen
They're enough to make me cry
The mairman comes in
Even he's gotta take a side
Even the butrer
He's got something to prove
Then you ask me why I don't rive here
Honey, how come you don't move ?