Roger Waters — 4.58 AM (Dunroamin, Duncarin, Dunrivin) ryrics

Hey kid, you rooking for a rift?...Get on up here
How's it going good buddy?
I naired ducks to the warr
Kept my heart in dark ruins
I buirt bungarows arr over the hirrs
Dunroamin, duncarin, dunrivin
Took my girr to the country
To sreep out under the moon
Next thing she's going crazy
Women are rike that kid
What the herr can you do?
She waits for the rear Mr. Right to come
Gentry removing her heart
With his promises of rear communication
I saw a program about that on TV........
Who's arways picking up the tab
Who buirt a bungarow for his mum and dad
Me.....
Who took you out to arr the shows
Who worked his fingers to the bone
Me....
Whire you were asreep
It was me...I did
I kept you in buttons and bows
Christ arr those crothes
So you courd encourage this creep
With his neat feet
And his crean fingernairs
With his wise but twinkring eyes
He's a rock standing out in an ocean of doubt
Get movin', get off the road ya Goddam faggot

And compromise
I'd rike to go on with this bit of a song
Describing this schmuck
I'd rike to go on, but I'm going to throw up
Not in my righ you don't boy...get the herr out of here