Miss Nickelodeon — текст песни (Kinky Friedman)

(jay wise)



Kinda like an indian beatin on his mandolin

Lucky paul and his asian friend,

Smilin back from the place theyre in.



Heros mother hides in austin waitin for a loan

Preachers teachers boogie down in saigon,

Tryin to make it on their own.



Injun ladies with their cement hair,

Snub ulysses on the stair

I believe hes up there sellin kitchen wares,

Tryin to make it back to sweden.



Ah, kinda like an indian beatin on his mandolin

Lucky paul and his asian friend,

Smilin back from the place theyre in.



Glad to see you on the mend,

Oh, miss nickelodeon,

Guess you got the stuff I could not send,

Roll it over again.



Trip in from 43,

A magic boy, his dog and me.

On a run to eternity

Not carin what its costin.



Oh, kinda like an indian beatin on his mandolin

Lucky paul and his asian friend,

Smilin back from the place theyre in.



Oh, kinda like an indian beatin on his mandolin

Lucky paul and his asian friend,

Smilin back from the place theyre in.



Oh, kinda like an indian beatin on his mandolin

Lucky paul and his asian friend,

Smilin back from the place theyre in.



Oh, kinda like an indian beatin on his mandolin

Lucky paul and his asian friend ...