Текст песни The Piston and the Shaft (Thinking Fellers Union Local 282) с переводом

There’s a shuttle coming into dock

A key fitting into the lock

That opens the gates between me and you

And turns up the heat on the stew

When we pass the baton tonight

We’ll wonder as we lose our grip

As it shuttles back and forth so freely

Which end’s the base and which is the tip?

We got a funny situation, you and me

We’re the piston and the shaft

But who’s going in and who’s coming out?

Who’s drinking wine out of who’s carafe?

Chinga, chinga, change, a little change

It’s a sacrament

Each night turn me over again

When the car parks in the garage

When the beauty receives her beau

There’s a border taut and bold

That’s a feeling we’ll never know

You’re the hard spot on my seat

I’m the drooling bitch in heat

I’m your gravy baster gun

You’re my creamy squishy bun

We got a funny situation, you and me

We’re the beaver and the hog

But who’s biting what and what’s eating whom?

We’re a dripping marsh full of frogs

Chinga, chinga, change, a little change

It’s a sacrament

Each night turn me over again

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