On the Road Again
Well, I wake up in the morning, there's frogs inside my socks
Your mama, she's hiding inside the icebox
Your daddy walks in wearing a Napoleon Bonaparte mask
Then you ask me why I don't live here
Honey, do you have to ask?
Well, I got to pet your monkey, I get a face full of claws
I ask who's in the fireplace and you tell me Santa Claus
The milkman comes in, he's wearing a derby hat
And you ask me why I don't live here
Honey, how come you have to ask me that?
Well, I ask for something to eat, I'm hungry as a hog
So I get brown rice, seaweed and a dirty hot dog
I've got a hole where my stomach disappeared
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, I gotta think you're really weird
Oh, your grandpa's cane, it turns into a sword
Your grandma prays to pictures that are pasted on a board
Everything inside my pockets, your uncle steals
And you ask me why I don't live here
Honey, I can't believe that you're for real
Well, there's a fist fight in the kitchen, they're enough to make me cry
The mailman comes in, even he's gotta take a side
Even the butler, he's got something to prove
Then you ask me why I don't live here
Honey, how come you don't move?
Your mama, she's hiding inside the icebox
Your daddy walks in wearing a Napoleon Bonaparte mask
Then you ask me why I don't live here
Honey, do you have to ask?
Well, I got to pet your monkey, I get a face full of claws
I ask who's in the fireplace and you tell me Santa Claus
The milkman comes in, he's wearing a derby hat
And you ask me why I don't live here
Honey, how come you have to ask me that?
Well, I ask for something to eat, I'm hungry as a hog
So I get brown rice, seaweed and a dirty hot dog
I've got a hole where my stomach disappeared
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, I gotta think you're really weird
Oh, your grandpa's cane, it turns into a sword
Your grandma prays to pictures that are pasted on a board
Everything inside my pockets, your uncle steals
And you ask me why I don't live here
Honey, I can't believe that you're for real
Well, there's a fist fight in the kitchen, they're enough to make me cry
The mailman comes in, even he's gotta take a side
Even the butler, he's got something to prove
Then you ask me why I don't live here
Honey, how come you don't move?
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Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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