John Prine Leave the Lights On Lyrics
Feeling kind of bony
On the telephoney
Talking to Marconi
Eating Rice-a-Roni
Nominated for a Tony
For acting like a phoney
Watching Twilight Zoney
On my forty-two inch Sony
This is just a long song
It ain't no poem
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
It's like sitting in the kitchen
When the music's really b____in'
Your nose it starts to itchin'
As you count your old age pension
Did I forget to mention
The ride that I was hitchin'
To the aluminum convention
I had such good intentions
Keep your cotton pickin' fingers off
My song poem
And leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Don't forget your toothbrush
Your hairbrush and your comb
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Got a big ol' dog
A chrome crowbar
I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my car
Me and Billy Shakespeare
Stepped out to get a root beer
We sat together so near
People thought we were queer
Punctuated by the big scare
We joined the Air Force right there
To defend our country first class
Who couldn't give a rat's a__
Don't you tell me that the White House is my home
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Don't forget your toothbrush
Your hairbrush and your comb
Leave the lights on till your baby gets home
Got a big ol' dog
A big iron bar
I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my car
It's like kissing Greta Garbo with a mouth full of marbles
Like trying to cash a paycheck in the middle of a train wreck
Leave the lights on
Leave the lights on
Like trying to get aroundo in a car made of bondo
Like speaking German lingo to a dog named Dingo
Plotz!!
Leave the lights on
Leave the lights on
Like a French fried quesadilla in a franchised pizzeria
Leave the lights on
Leave the lights on
A big iron bar
I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my car.
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[E]Feeling kind of boney
On the telephoney
Talking to Marconi
Eating Rice-A-Roni
[A]Nominated for Tony
For acting like a phoney
[E]Watching Twilight Zoney
On my forty-two inch Sony
Th[B7]is is just a long song
It ain't no poem
Le[E]ave the lights on till you baby gets home.
[E]It's like sitting in the kitchen
When the music's really b____in'
Your nose it starts to itchin'
As you count your old age pension
D[A]id I forget to mention
The ride that I was hitchin'
To the al[E]uminum convention
I had such good intentions
Ke[B7]ep you cotton pickin' fingers off my song poem
And le[E]ave the lights on till you baby gets home.
Le[E]ave the lights on till you baby gets home.
Leave the lights on till you baby gets home.
Do[A]n't forget your toothbrush
Your hairbrush and your comb
L[E]eave the lights on till you baby gets home.
Got a b[B7]ig ol' dog
A chrome crowbar
I k[E]eep that mother humper in the back seat of my car
[E] [A] [E] [B7] [A] [E]
[E]Me and Billy Shakespeare
Stepped out to get a root beer
We sat together so near
People thought we were queer
Pun[A]ctuated by the big scare
We joined the Air Force right there
To d[E]efend our country first class
Who couldn't give a rat's a__
Do[B7]n't you tell me that the White House is my home
Le[E]ave the lights on till you baby gets home.
Le[E]ave the lights on till you baby gets home.
Leave the lights on till you baby gets home.
Do[A]n't forget your toothbrush
Your hairbrush and your comb
Leave the lights on till you baby gets home.
Got a b[B7]ig ol' dog
A big iron bar
I k[E]eep that mother humper in the back seat of my car
[E]It's like kissing Greta Garbo
With a mouth full of marbles
[A]
Like tr[E]ying to cash a paycheck
In the middle of a train wreck [B7]
Le[E]ave the lights on
Leave the lights on
[E]Like trying to get aroundo
In a car made of bondo [A]
Like sp[E]eaking German lingo
To a dog named Dingo[B7] - Plotz!!
[E]Leave the lights on
Leave the lights on
[E]Like a french-fried quesadilla
In a franchised pizzeria
[A]
[E]Leave the lights on
Leave the lights on
[B7]
A big iron bar
I k[E]eep that mother humper in the back seat of my car
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