Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trip Report, artist - The Bennies. Album song Natural Born Chillers, in the genre СкаDate of issue: 01.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Uncle M
Song language: English
Trip Report |
| Trip Report: The Ripped Report |
| Yeh, hahaha |
| Can’t fucking remember when it happened |
| But I bogged a whole bunch of shrooms and rolled a fucking cigarette |
| Decided to take my dog Pipi for a walk |
| And I smoked that cigarette |
| I walked down the street |
| Pipi took a weirdly timed shit |
| At which point I bagged it and flipped it in the bin |
| I ran into a guy called Peter and his dog called Moe |
| Moe’s a Burmese fighting Asian canine breed |
| Canine breed? |
| Did I say that right? |
| Anyway, Moe’s been doing alright |
| He’s got a fucking fucked lung |
| Bit of cancer on the spleen |
| 580 bucks of medicine every 14 days just to keep the canine out of the hospital |
| Peter reckons that Moe’d do the same for him |
| And I wonder if he would do the same |
| His fucking story |
| Anyway, got me thinking about man’s humanity, man’s best friend |
| Man’s said humanity to man |
| Fuck it’s pointless |
| Maybe that shit’s… genius |
| That shit is genius |
| A yo-yooo |
| Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yoooo |
| Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yoooo |
| Yo-yo-yo-yo-yoooo |
| So I’m in the car |
| Listening to some Dream Theatre |
| On my way to Smith Street |
| Bowie’s riding shotgun |
| Pull up at a set of lights |
| Some shtickhead with no shirt on offers to wash the windshield for me |
| But it’s already clean |
| So I shake my head: «No thanks mate» |
| And he washes it anyway |
| So I think to myself: you weaselled me you bastard |
| And then I say it out loud just like that |
| And he hears me |
| So I reach in my pocket and I give him some change and we head off |
| At the coffee shop |
| Go to order a latte |
| And guess who’s got no change left in their pocket |
| Minimum eftpos $ 10 |
| You weaselled me you bastard |
| A yo-yooo |
| Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yoooo |
| Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yoooo |
| Yo-yo-yo-yo-yoooo |
| Yeah, we’re standing at the airport check-in |
| It was either Beijing or Shanghai |
| Returning home after like 2 weeks of complete chaos and debauchery |
| And Jules lights up a smoke, at the counter, at the airport |
| I guess in only 2 weeks we’d adopted some of those local attitudes |
| For example: if you ain’t smoking a ciggie in this very moment then you are |
| doing it wrong |
| We sat down at a cafe destroyed and tired |
| I looked up from my beer and I saw this old as fuck couple |
| They grabbed my attention as the dude had a Nat Geo backpack, circa 2005 |
| It was the same one I had |
| Respect |
| Yeah, the old couple who looked as depleted as I felt |
| They looked each other in the eye and they never broke a gaze |
| After all these years they still hung on each other’s words |
| It may seem cliche, but it made me smile at least |
| Fuck time; |
| love rules |
| A yo-yooo |
| Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yoooo |
| Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yoooo |
| Yo-yo-yo-yo-yoooo |