Текст песни Howard Johnson (Wrinkle Neck Mules) с переводом

Beneath that yellow glowing street lamp a pretty girl sat weeping

Same way I’ve seen her do about a hundred times before

Tears were falling down into a puddle upon the asphalt

Pretty one’s a crying in that Ho Jo parking lot

It was the first time in my sixteen years that I heard Mr. Big played

Not the one you’re thinking of it’s the lyrics of a pimp

Coming out hard, we were living large

In the Howard Johnson parking lot Saturday night

Feel your way into a blue lit room

Where the smoke’s so thick from the cigarettes and the weed your brother bought

you

Katie got her braces off at 12 o’clock on Thursday

If the evening goes as planned then we’ll be frenching in my car

Too many coolers and she’s puking in the bushes

Of the Howard Johnson parking lot Saturday night

Feel your way into a blue lit room

Where the smoke’s so thick from the cigarettes and the weed your brother bought

you

Hazy rings around the moon

Forget the springtime cause the summers coming soon

Everything seems just right

You can feel it in the air tonight

You can feel it in the air tonight

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