Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wicked and Weird , by - Buck 65. Song from the album Talkin' Honky Blues, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.09.2003
Record label: Buck 65
Song language: English
Wicked and Weird |
| Driving with a yellow dog, I95 |
| He’s got a smile on his face and big shiny eyes |
| Up at a decent hour, never ate yet |
| Got a little Johnny Cash in the ol’tape deck |
| Nothing in the trunk but some base ball gloves |
| A pair of jumper cables and a set of golf clubs |
| Blanket on the back seat, we’re in rough shape |
| Sunroof held on with a bit of duct tape |
| Looking for a gas station, better make a list |
| Fill’er up with regular, I need to take a piss |
| Sexy girl air freshener, snacks and that pinwheel |
| Top up the fluids, clean the bugs off the windshield |
| Not a care in the world, not a how and a why |
| No destination, not a cloud in the sky |
| Back on the road not a moment too soon |
| Dish ran away with some other spoon |
| Wicked and wierd, I’m a road hog with an old dog |
| Singing slow songs, tryin’a hold on Wicked and wierd, I’m a rat fish |
| Tryin’a practice doin’back flips on your mattress |
| Hole in the muffler, ghosts on the shoulder |
| Cough drops, loose change in the beverage holder |
| To roll down the window, you gotta use a wrench |
| Been thinking about brushing up on my french |
| Right there in the glove box, if you should look |
| You’ll find 40 parking tickets and a copy of the Good Book |
| Don’t bother looking, you’ll never find me |
| I’m starting from scratch and leaving trouble behind me Wicked and wierd, I’m a road hog with an old dog |
| Singing slow songs, tryin’a hold on Wicked and wierd, I’m a rat fish |
| Tryin’a practice doin’back flips on your mattress |
| Wicked, wicked, wicked and weird |
| Christ Almighty, there’s a rattle in the wheel well |
| Dog fell asleep and man, I don’t feel well |
| But all I need’s a half decent breakfast |
| And I’ll be back at it, dirty and reckless |
| Five o’clock shadow, lips like mudflaps |
| Hands like eagle’s talons, eyes like hub caps |
| The further I get, I keep goin’faster |
| Whispers in the wind and cows in the pasture |
| I have no plans and nothin’to prove either |
| I eat out of a bag and sleep in a movie theatre |
| The highway’s a story teller, I just write it down |
| Already been beaten, there’s no way to fight it now |
| I just kick back and keep warm on the cold days |
| And laugh 'cause it ain’t like it was in the old days |
| I figure when I make it to the Heavenly gates |
| They’ll be working on my car and playing '78's |
| Wicked and wierd, I’m a road hog with an old dog |
| Singing slow songs, tryin’a hold on Wicked and wierd, I’m a rat fish |
| Tryin’a practice doin’back flips on your mattress |