Onomatopoeia Lyrics

Onomatopoeia - John Prine
Email: Prime-Prine@hotmail.com
Year: 1973
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?
(Repeat Chorus)