Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Leave the Lights on , by - John Prine. Song from the album Lost Dogs + Mixed Blessings, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 03.04.1995
Record label: Oh Boy
Song language: English
Leave the Lights on |
| Feeling kind of bony |
| On the telephoney |
| Talking to Marconi |
| Eating Rice-a-Roni |
| Nominated for a Tony |
| For acting like a phoney |
| Watching Twilight Zoney |
| On my forty-two inch Sony |
| This is just a long song |
| It ain’t no poem |
| Leave the lights on till your baby gets home |
| It’s like sitting in the kitchen |
| When the music’s really bitchin' |
| Your nose it starts to itchin' |
| As you count your old age pension |
| Did I forget to mention |
| The ride that I was hitchin' |
| To the Aluminum convention |
| I had such good intention |
| Keep your cotton pickin' fingers off |
| My song poem |
| And leave the lights on till your baby gets home |
| Leave the lights on till your baby gets home |
| Leave the lights on till your baby gets home |
| Don’t forget your toothbrush |
| Your hairbrush and your comb |
| Leave the lights on till your baby gets home |
| Got a big ol' dog |
| A chrome crowbar |
| I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my car |
| Me and Billy Shakespeare |
| Stepped out to get a root beer |
| We sat together so near |
| People thought we were queer |
| Punctuated by the big scare |
| We joined the Air Force right there |
| To defend our country first class |
| Who couldn’t give a rat’s ass |
| Don’t you tell me that the White House is my home |
| Leave the lights on till your baby gets home |
| Leave the lights on till your baby gets home |
| Leave the lights on till your baby gets home |
| Don’t forget your toothbrush |
| Your hairbrush and your comb |
| Leave the lights on till your baby gets home |
| Got a big ol' dog |
| A big iron bar |
| I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my car |
| It’s like kissing Greta Garbo with a mouth full of marbles |
| Like trying to cash a paycheck in the middle of a train wreck |
| Leave the lights on |
| Leave the lights on |
| Like trying to get aroundo in a carmade of bondo |
| Like speaking German lingo to a dog named Dingo — Plotz! |
| Leave the lights on |
| Leave the lights on |
| Like a French fried quesadilla |
| In a franchised pizzeria |
| Leave the lights on |
| Leave the lights on |
| A big iron bar |
| I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my car |