Mr. Station Master Roy Harper

На этой странице вы найдете полный текст песни "Mr. Station Master" от Roy Harper. Lyrxo предлагает вам самый полный и точный текст этой композиции без лишних отвлекающих факторов. Узнайте все куплеты и припев, чтобы лучше понять любимую песню и насладиться ею в полной мере. Идеально для фанатов и всех, кто ценит качественную музыку.

Oh Mister Station Master, I don't dig you
And I'm going out shoppin' for an igloo
'cause standing on your station's
An Antarctic exploration
And a grim scene every morning, to be dragged through
Oh Mister Station Master, Mister Mundane
With your morning-paper mind hung on your watch-chain
I need a team of huskies and a barrel of whisky
To make the other end of the platform

Big fat old lady
Get off of my frost-bite
Otherwise it might just grab at your bag

Oh, Mister Station Master
With your peanut-brain in plaster
Tell me, why'd you draw rude pictures on your posters?
I'm looking for amusement, please believe me
So strip me to my underpants and leave me

And every time he yells "Quite soon now!"
Throwin' out the waiting room
Around my neck at 90 miles-an-hour
My will and testament are on my forehead
My forwarding address is on my hind-leg