Testo di Rubber Room

People stop and ask me about my wife They think I, broke my arm It's just imagination It's no big deal I never felt better, in my life People stop and ask me about my broken arm (yeah) They think I beat my wife It's the simplest dreams I don't let it worry me Cause-I'm in the prime, of my life Gonna go to the store, and purchase some hardware, my dear Then I'll get in the car Pick up some chicken Arrive at your door A-which I will be kickin'-in Then I'll say, "what a day!, whattya say, we both go have a drink or two? Then I'll put it to your forehead Put it to your temple Put it to your midriff I'll attempt to make a dimple Then I'll put it in, put it in, put it in, put it in a-ho Then I'll put it to your eyeball Put it ot your face Mix up a high-ball Drink it to the master race Then I'll put it in, put it in, put it in, put it in a-ho Eye-shade Drop-wave Bondo Fish-fry Bimbo Cram-shaft Tin-can Luncheonette Two-time Byline Spidel Twist-o-flex Playtex Doorjamb Passport Libido Dip sum Drip-dry Skid-row Crow-fly Backboard Cheese curls Estrus Seven-up Carpet Doorjamb Nick-knack Road-top Estrogen Meat-tongue Vinyl Chloride Checklist Bromide P.h. Donahue Tobacco Gumshoe Bow-tie Ticker-tape Step-wave Prostitute Riff-raff Car keys Elbow Nick-knack Dispatch Telephone Misfits Lunar Six-pack Cream cheese Teacup Sit down Loose lips Pat-down Feel-up The wet-down Build-up The letdown Let-up The big-top A-sho-nuff A leg drop You build-up The let-down You build-up The let-down You build-up The let-down I don't slip on the tile In a empty hospital I don't choke on my bile Everything's' sunny weather I'm a happy, sappy, son-of-a-gun Livin' in a rubber room