4 58 Am (dunroamin Duncarin Dunlivin) Lyrics

4 58 Am (dunroamin Duncarin Dunlivin) lyrics

[Trucker:} "Hey kid, you looking for a lift?

  Get on up here

 How's it going good buddy?"

  I nailed ducks to the wall

 Kept my heart in dark ruins

  I built bungalows over the hills

  Dunroamin, duncarin, dunlivin

 Took my girl to the country

 To sleep out under the moon

 Next thing she's going crazy

  [Trucker:] "Women are like that kid

 What the hell can you do?"

  She waits for the real Mr. Right to come

  Gently removing her heart

  With his promises of real communication

  [Trucker:] "I saw a program about that on TV, heh"

 Who's always picking up the tab

  Who built a bungalow for his momma and dad

 Me.....

 Who took you out to all the shows

  Who worked his fingers to the bone

 Me....

 While you were asleep

  [Jade:] "It was me...I did!"

  I kept you in buttons and bows

 [Jade:] "Christ! All those clothes!

 So you could encourage this creep

 [Hick:] "With that program

 I bet some son of a bitch made a million dollars."

 With his neat feet

 And his clean fingernails

  With his wise but twinkling eyes

  He's a rock standing out in an ocean of doubt

  [Trucker:] "Get movin', get off the road ya Goddam

 faggot."

 And compromise

 I'd like to go on with this bit of a song

  Describing this schmuck

  I'd like to go on, but I'm going to throw up

 [Trucker:] "Not in my rig you don't boy

 Get the hell out of here.