Roger Waters - Dunroamin, Duncarin, Dunlivin [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

4:58 AM

Hey kid, you looking for a lift?
Get on up here
How's it going good buddy?

I nailed ducks to the wall
Kept my heart in dark ruins
I built bungalows all over the hills
Dunroamin, Duncarin, Dunlivin

Took my girl to the country
To sleep out under the moon
Next thing she's going crazy
(Women are like that kid. What the hell can you do?)

She waits for the real "Mr. Right" to come
Gently removing her heart
With his promises of real communication
(I saw a program about that on TV)
Who's always picking up the tab?
Who built a bungalow for him mum and dad?
Me (me) ...
Who took you out to all the shows?
Who worked his fingers to the bone?
Me (me) ...
While you were asleep
(It was me, I did)
I kept you in buttons and bows
(Christ, all those clothes)
So you could encourage this creep
With his neat feet
And his clean fingernails
With his wise but twinkling eyes
He's a rock standing out in an ocean of doubt
(Get movin', get [?] off the road ya Goddam faggot)
And compromise
I'd like to go on with this bit of a song
Describing this schmuck
I'd like to go on, but I'm going to throw up

(Not in my rig you don't, boy. Get the hell out of here)