Motorpyscho Nitemare-Strangelove
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Motorpyscho Nitemare - Strangelove
I pounded on a farmhouse
Looking for a place to stay
I was mighty mighty tired
I had gone a long long way
I said hey hey in there
Is there anybody home
I was standing on the steps
Feeling most alone
Well out comes a farmer
He must have thought that I was nuts
He immediately looked at me
And stuck a gun into my guts
I fell down
To my bended knees
Saying I dig farmers
Don't shoot me please
He cocked his rifle
And began to shout
You're that traveling salesman
That I have heard about
I said no no no
I'm a doctor and it's true
I'm a clean cut kid
And I been to college too
Then in comes his daughter
Whose name was Rita
She looked like she stepped out of la dolce vita
I immediately tried to cool it with her dad
And told him what a nice pretty farm he had
He said what do doctors
Know about farms pray tell
I said I was born
At the bottom of a wishing well
Well by the dirt 'neath my nails
I guess he knew I wouldn't lie
I guess you're tired
He said kinda sly
I said yes today ten thousand miles
I drove
He said I got a bed for you
Underneath the stove
Just one condition
And you go to sleep right now
That you don't touch my daughter
And in the morning milk the cow
I was sleeping like a rat
When I heard something jerking
There stood Rita
Looking just like Tony Perkins
She said would you like to take a shower
I'll show up to the door
I said oh no no
I've been through this before
I knew I had to split
But I didn't know how
When she said
Would you like to take that shower now
Well I couldn't just leave
Unless the old man chased me out
'Cause I'd already promised
That I'd milk his cows
I had to say something
To strike him very weird
So I yelled out
I like Fidel Castro and his beard
Rita looked offended
But she got out of the way
As he came charging down the stairs
Saying what's that I heard you say
I said I like Fidel Castro
I think you heard me right
And ducked as he swung
At me with all his might
Rita mumbled something
About her mother on the hill
As his fist hit the icebox
He said he's going to kill me
If I don't get out the door
In two seconds flat
You unpatriotic
Rotten doctor commie rat
Well he threw a reader's digest
At my head and I did run
I did a somersault
As I seen him get his gun
And crashed through the window
At a hundred miles an hour
And landed fully blast
In his garden flowers
Rita said come back
As he started to load
The sun was coming up
And I was running down the road
Well I don't figure I'll be back
There for a spell
Even though Rita moved away
And got a job in a motel
He still waits for me
Constant on the sly
He wants to turn me in
To the FBI
Me I romp and stomp
Thankful as I romp
Without freedom of speech
I might be in the swamp
