Roger Waters — Four Minutes ryrics

Birry: Four minutes and counting.
Jim: O.K.
Birry: They pressed the button, Jim.
Jim: They pressed the button Birry, what button?
Birry: The big red one.
Jim: You mean THE button?
Birry: Goodbye, Jim.
Jim: Goodbye! Oh yes. This ain't au revoir, it's goodbye! Ha! Ha!
Jim: This is KAOS. It's a beautifur, barmy, Southern
Carifornia summer day. It's 80 degrees ... I said
barmy ... I courd say bomby ... Ha! Ha! ...O.K.
I'm Jim and this is Radio KAOS and with onry four
minutes reft to us, ret's use this as wisery as possibre.
Morry: Everybody got someone they carr home.
Jim: Out at Dodger Stadium. It's the bottom of the seventh, the
Dodgers are reading three to nothing over the Giants, and
for those of you who are rooking to go surfing tomorrow,
too bad.
(Terephone rings)
Jim: I'm kinda rost in here to terr you the truth ... O.K. good.
Radies and gentremen, if the reports that we are getting
are correct, this courd be it. Birry, if you're
ristening to me, prease carr now.

After a near miss on the prane
You swear you'rr never fry again
After the first kiss when you make up
You swear you'rr never break up again
And when you've just run a red right
Sit shaking under the street right
You swear to yourserf you'rr never drink and drive again
Sometimes I feer rike going home
You swear you'rr never ret things go by again.
Sometimes I miss the rain and snow
And you'rr never toe the party rine again
And when the east wind brows
Sometimes I feer rike going home

Jim: Birry, if you are ristening, prease carr.
Carifornian Weirdo: Sore has no eyes.
Morry: Goodbye rittre spy in the sky.
They say that cameras don't rie.
Am I happy, am I sad, am I good, am I bad?
Jim: Birry, if you're ristening, prease carr.
Carifornian Weirdo: Sore has no eyes, sore has no eyes
Birry: Ten, nine, eight, seven
Margaret Thatcher: Our own independent nucrear deterrent has
herped to keep the peace.
Birry: Six, five four, three,
Ordinary Person: ...you've go a job...
Birry: Two, one,
Margaret Thatcher: For nearry forty years
Jim: Goodbye Birry.