Sick And Tired — текст песни (Eric Clapton)

I`m gonna buy me a parrot baby
And teach him how to call my name.
I`m gonna buy me a parrot baby
And teach him how to call my name.
Then I won`t have to miss you baby
And I won`t have you driving me insane.
I was in love with you baby
Till the day you brought me down so low.
I was in love with you baby
Till the day you brought me down so low.
You had me walking `round in circles baby;
I didn`t know which way to go.
Oh, I`m so sick and tired baby,
I`m sick and tired of the way you carry on.
Lord, I`m sick and tired, baby,
Sick and tired of the way you carry on.
You can pack up all of your things, baby;
Hit the road, get out of here, be gone.
Now I`m gonna get me a shotgun, baby,
Keep it stashed behind the door.
I`m gonna get me a shotgun, baby,
Keep it stashed behind the bedroom door.
I may have to blow your brains out, baby,
Then you won`t bother me no more.