Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walter Westinghouse, artist - The Residents.
Date of issue: 31.12.1985
Song language: English
Walter Westinghouse |
Walter Westinghouse went to town |
He found a friend today |
His friend was peeling ceiling wax as |
He heard Walter say |
«Love me tender, love me sweet |
Love me like I love my feet |
Sit me down with Ezra Pound |
But don’t forget to eat |
Or cause a country boy to cook |
A carrot or a cake |
But don’t forget the feelings |
Of a friend are hard to fake» |
He lives a life of April leaves |
Respondent to the thought that |
«Often things you caught or bought |
Were not the ones you sought» |
Now his December is a sender |
Singing songs he knows |
But all the words are «cheese» and «please» |
And «boy, I hope it snows» |
He buys the bacon and the achin' |
In his heart is due |
To overcoats and Quaker Oats |
And if his wife should sue |
«Wanda, Wanda where you went and |
Tell me what’d you take?» |
«I took the tongue of Philip Jung |
And left it in the lake» |
«But my dear I think I fear |
That you had lost your way» |
«'Cause scrambled eggs, 'cause scrambled eggs |
Were all he’d let me bake |
He said, 'Your trust is like a crust |
Too brittle and too thin' |
I said, 'You're full of |
n****r nuts |
And look like Rin Tin Tin'» |
«Is common ground not ever found |
But flees from dad to son |
Or is it just believing that the |
Evening steals the sun?» |
«I said, 'Your snoot is full of poot |
And should be in a shoe' |
And then I said, 'your stupid bed |
Is better off than you'» |
Eat exuding oinks upon |
And bleed decrepit broken bones |
At caustic spells of hell |
Huh, what’s that, dear? |
Huh? |
Eat exuding oinks upon |
And bleed decrepit broken bones |
At caustic spells of hell |
Eat exuding oinks upon |
And bleed decrepit broken bones |
At caustic spells of hell |
Yes, eat exuding oinks upon |
And bleed decrepit broken bones |
At caustic spells of hell |
Eat exuding oinks upon |
And bleed decrepit broken bones |
At caustic spells of hell |
Eat exuding oinks upon |
And bleed decrepit broken bones |
At caustic spells of hell |
Eat exuding oinks upon |
And bleed decrepit broken bones |
At caustic spells of hell |
Eat exuding oinks upon |
And bleed decrepit broken bones |
At caustic spells of hell |
Eat exuding oinks upon |
And bleed decrepit broken bones |
At caustic spells of hell |
Eat exuding oinks upon |
And bleed decrepit broken bones |
At caustic spells of hell |
Eat exuding oinks upon |
And bleed decrepit broken bones |
At caustic spells of hell |
Eat exuding oinks upon |
And bleed decrepit broken bones |
At caustic spells of hell |
Eat exuding oinks upon |
And bleed decrepit broken bones |
At caustic spells of hell |
And he sees the threads of worn out treads |
And calls his color true and calls his color true |
And calls his color true and calls his color true |
And calls his color true and calls his color true |
And calls his color true and calls his color true |