On The Way-The Ziggens

歌手 : The Ziggens

专辑 : Greatest Zits - 1990-2003

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:04

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On The Way - The Ziggens

Friday night fish at the fireside

Sunday night church at riverside

We doused our fire stones with bleach

Our eyes would water as the tires screeched

Had a big fight on the boathouse dock

And I told my old man that I wanna rock

It was ninteen eighty-five

We would gladly sell our cars to keep the band alive

Don't you think it's a little absurd

Don't you think the neighbors overheard

We were screamin' at the top of our lungs

'Cause mom wouldn't let us have a BB gun

In the snow I took my driver's test

Who'd've thought it'd lead to my arrest

Did the cheerleaders give the cops a hint

About the midnight egg-throwing incident

Then Dad turned on the fire

Mom passed out our parachutes

Big brother walked the wire

And I laced up my rocket boots

And we all piled in the Rambler

And we listend to the gambler on the way

You gotta know when to hold 'em

Our brains were happy and our feet were fried

At a dead halt 'cause the horse had died

We could stretch around a city block

That meant nothing to the typical jock

Then it came time to forge ahead

So Mikey and Me and Heather and Ed

Had to move to Californ-I-A

And I met and married my little Bonnie Jay

Then Dad turned on the fire

Mom passed out our parachutes

Big brother walked the wire

And I laced up my rocket boots

And we all piled in the Rambler

And we listend to the gambler on the way

Friday night fish at the fireside

Sunday night church at riverside

We doused our fire stones with bleach

Our eyes would water as the tires screeched

Then it came time to forge ahead

So Mikey and Me and Heather and Ed

Had to move to Californ-I-A

And I met and married my little Bonnie Jay

Then Dad turned on the fire

Mom passed out our parachutes

Big brother walked the wire

And I laced up my rocket boots

And we all piled in the Chevy

And we headed for the levee singing

Bye bye Miss American pie