Lyrics Onomatopoeia - John Prine
Forty-five
minutes
Fifty-five
cents
Sixty-five
agents
sitting
on
a
fence
Singing,
hey
brother
Look
what
we
got
for
you
We're
gonna
rope
off
an
area
And
put
on
a
show
From
the
Canadian
border
Down
to
Mexico
It
might
be
the
most
Potentially
gross
Thing
that
we
could
possibly
do
Yeah,
little
buddy
gonna
get
your
chance
Make
them
pubescents
all
wet
their
pants
We'll
record
it
live
And
that's
no
jive.
Hold
it!
Stop
it!
No!
No!
No!
No!
Bang!
went
the
pistol.
Crash!
went
the
window.
Ouch!
went
the
son
of
a
gun.
Onomatopoeia
I
don't
wanna
see
ya
Speaking
in
a
foreign
tongue.
Knock!
Knock!
Hello!
Can
I
come
in?
Gee,
that
was
a
wonderful
show!
Oh,
you
haven't
gone
on
yet?
Well,
how
was
I
supposed
to
know?
Hey!
We
got
a
great
date
It's
really
downtown
We're
gonna
get
the
Grand
Canyon
To
do
the
sound
It's
a
boxing
ring
But
it
might
be
the
thing
To
really
put
you
in
the
dough
Listen
little
brother,
don't
ya
get
us
wrong
Why
we
even
know
one
of
the
words
to
your
song
Just
say
I
do
And
we'll
lay
it
on
you
You!
You!
And
me!
Me!
Me!
Bang!
went
the
pistol
Crash!
Went
the
window
Ouch!
Went
the
son
of
a
gun
Onomatopoeia
I
don't
want
to
see
ya
Speaking
in
a
foreign
tongue.
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