Roger Waters - 4.58 AM (Dunroamin, Duncarin, Dunlivin) lyrics

Hey kid, you looking for a lift?...Get on up here How's it going good buddy? I nailed ducks to the wall Kept my heart in dark ruins I built bungalows all over the hills Dunroamin, duncarin, dunlivin Took my girl to the country To sleep out under the moon Next thing she's going crazy Women are like that kid What the hell can you do? She waits for the real Mr. Right to come Gently removing her heart With his promises of real communication I saw a program about that on TV........ Who's always picking up the tab Who built a bungalow for his mum and dad Me..... Who took you out to all the shows Who worked his fingers to the bone Me.... While you were asleep It was me...I did I kept you in bu*tons and bows Christ all those clothes So you could encourage this creep With his neat feet And his clean fingernails With his wise but twinkling eyes He's a rock standing out in an ocean of doubt Get movin', get off the road ya Goddam f*ggot And compromise I'd like to go on with this bit of a song Describing this schmuck I'd like to go on, but I'm going to throw up Not in my righ you don't boy...get the hell out of here