Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wicked and Weird, artist - Buck 65. Album song Talkin' Honky Blues, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |