Kurt Vile - Check Baby [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Check baby, check baby
One, two, three
That’s alright with me
Singing playing all the time
Now hey look, lucky me
Always been in touch with reality you see

Ahh check old man, check old man
Check old man, check all the cables and the chain
Yeah check baby, check baby
One, two, three
It’s alright with me

Amphetamine, amphetamine
You know what I mean
She got a real kick to her
Yeah just like balls to the balls to the balls to the balls to the walls

Watch the man, watch the man
Watch him as he walking around the world
Yeah it’s balls to the walls to the walls to the walls to the walls to the wall

Check baby, check baby
One, two, three
That’s alright with me
Hey, hey look look at me, always been in touch with the world obviously
Yeah, check baby, check baby, three, four, five
Never no jive talking turkey, not me
Yeah check old man, check old man, check all the cables in the chain
And get back at me, get back at me, when its safe to sling up my six-string
Then it’s easy like
Four, five, six, anybody got a pick?

Check baby, check baby, all day round I was very lost but now I’m way unfound
Check brother, check brother check, what a world we’ve inherited from another brother
What a whale of a pickle, what a spell we are all pinned under
We give the devil a warm embrace and then we run like chickens from the Dickens
But you wanna go to heaven when you D-I-E that’s alright with me
It’s easy like four, five, six, anybody got a pick, alright

Yeah, check it, old man

Ahh, check baby, check baby, four and five
Never no jive talking turkey
Yeah, check old man, check old man, check all the cables if your able
It’s easy like four, five, six, anybody got a pick
Then through the rest it's slick to lick licks
Then rub my belly with a stick of hot butter, all over baby, all over
Then watch the man, watch the man, watch 'em as he walking around the world
Then watch the man, watch the man, watch 'em as he walking around the world
And the crybabys, crybabys, talking, talking trash while sitting still eternally
When I said I was in my element, what a whale of a pickle, what a spell we are all pinned under