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Fliptop Twister

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  • 作曲 : Altman
    Fliptop twister of love!
    We met in Vegas, I tore my best red suit
    And lady luck had just smacked my face.
    The lanky croupier was dealin' on you hard
    I thought that maybe I could be your ace
    Then like a slingshot right in the butt of fate,
    We're tradin' winkers and countin' beans.
    We hit the window, and all night long
    We bounced upon a mattress full o'paper greens.
    Ahh, the morning sun was an egg yolk we'd never seen,
    We're chugging cokes like we're sippin' champagne
    I got a steak on my eye, but don't you ever cry
    I'll make you happy as a duck someday
    I was a sucker for the pickup,
    The stickup, and every saucy hiccup,
    The foam-mouth mongrel of love.
    Ain't nothing worse in my brain than
    When I feel too sane,
    And how I wish I'm gonna find my home.
    I think it suits me - Australian ostrich boots.
    I think it suits you - a diamond ring.
    I think it suited the man who said so much so fast
    To steal away with every last damn thing.
    Aah the morning sun was an eyeball we'd never seen,
    But there was red in the sclera of love.
    We pulled the one-armed bandits
    And we ate our sandwiches
    Of knuckles in a black leather glove
    You were a runner for the mixup,
    The fixup, and gettin' boys' wicks up,
    A lift-off locust of love.
    Ain't nothin' worse in your mind than
    When you're feelin' fine,
    And now I think I've finally found my home
    Yes Sir! and now I think I've finally found my home
    Now it's amazing how you've become my mom,
    Crazy wacky how I'm my pop.
    I still got raspberry seeds between my teeth,
    And now I'm slurpin' from a bowl o'slop.
    The funky monkey still flips his chips about,
    I guess it's just in my genes to roam.
    So like a buckshot right in the butt of fate,
    I think I wish I'm never goin' home, No Sir!
    I think I wish I'm never goin' home...
    I was a junkie for the break-up,
    The make-up, and every little shake-up,
    The flip-top twister of love.
    Ain't nothin worse in my mind than
    When I'm feelin' fine,
    And now I wish I'm never goin' home
  • 作曲 : Altman
    Fliptop twister of love!
    We met in Vegas, I tore my best red suit
    And lady luck had just smacked my face.
    The lanky croupier was dealin' on you hard
    I thought that maybe I could be your ace
    Then like a slingshot right in the butt of fate,
    We're tradin' winkers and countin' beans.
    We hit the window, and all night long
    We bounced upon a mattress full o'paper greens.
    Ahh, the morning sun was an egg yolk we'd never seen,
    We're chugging cokes like we're sippin' champagne
    I got a steak on my eye, but don't you ever cry
    I'll make you happy as a duck someday
    I was a sucker for the pickup,
    The stickup, and every saucy hiccup,
    The foam-mouth mongrel of love.
    Ain't nothing worse in my brain than
    When I feel too sane,
    And how I wish I'm gonna find my home.
    I think it suits me - Australian ostrich boots.
    I think it suits you - a diamond ring.
    I think it suited the man who said so much so fast
    To steal away with every last damn thing.
    Aah the morning sun was an eyeball we'd never seen,
    But there was red in the sclera of love.
    We pulled the one-armed bandits
    And we ate our sandwiches
    Of knuckles in a black leather glove
    You were a runner for the mixup,
    The fixup, and gettin' boys' wicks up,
    A lift-off locust of love.
    Ain't nothin' worse in your mind than
    When you're feelin' fine,
    And now I think I've finally found my home
    Yes Sir! and now I think I've finally found my home
    Now it's amazing how you've become my mom,
    Crazy wacky how I'm my pop.
    I still got raspberry seeds between my teeth,
    And now I'm slurpin' from a bowl o'slop.
    The funky monkey still flips his chips about,
    I guess it's just in my genes to roam.
    So like a buckshot right in the butt of fate,
    I think I wish I'm never goin' home, No Sir!
    I think I wish I'm never goin' home...
    I was a junkie for the break-up,
    The make-up, and every little shake-up,
    The flip-top twister of love.
    Ain't nothin worse in my mind than
    When I'm feelin' fine,
    And now I wish I'm never goin' home