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    Rundgren Todd Wasp текст песни


    Hey, hey cowboy, hey cowboy
    Ain’t I seen you hanging around the Nashville?
    Didn’t you used to be a packy back in the west end?
    Is that right, is that right?
    Well I see you been through so many changes
    Heavy changes
    I can’t say I’m hip to where you’re coming from
    I can’t say I hip to where you’re going

    Well I see something’s growing in the back of your mind
    I give you the willies
    You don’t like my kind
    But I can sing like a jingle
    Sting as bad as any

    Hey, that you? Is that still you?
    You’re looking mighty new wave
    I hardly recognize you with that shish kabob through your face
    But that’s all right, yeah, that’s all right
    I guess you’re trying to make a statement
    You been out on the street
    Looking for somebody to carve on
    Well you can ramble,
    Just don’t go carving on me

    ‘Cause I don’t mind the fashion
    I’ve lived with your mind
    I dig on the passions
    The rest is just crap
    I can sing like a jingle
    And sting as bad as any

    Hey, don’t I know you?
    Ain’t I seen you before?
    Yeah, you’re the one doing a pyramid party
    down in Marina del Ray
    with their spoon and friends
    Still going through them changes
    You got your pants full of money
    And your nose in the air
    You’re a record producer
    I don’t really care
    ‘Cause I can sing like a jingle
    Sting as bad as any

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