Stop It — текст песни (Adrian Belew)

Well I wrestle with my toothbrush each morning at noon

I stumble into the bathroom and have my shampoo

Im livin in a suitcase; lookin for a call

Leerin at the telephone and laughin to the wall

Now I got me a sweet thing she keeps me insane

She lays on my chest in the morning if it rains

Im livin in a suitcase; lookin for a call

Leerin at the telephone and laughin to the wall



Im a road dog at the motel holiday

I often wonder what I wanna say

Give me stage lights on a hot night

And the bottom line is a real good time



While the waitress is waiting for the waiter to wink

She checks on her checks and she drinks on her drink

Im livin in a suitcase; lookin for a call

Leerin at the telephone and laughin to the wall

Now the nights go quickly when youre asleep

But Im out shufflin for someplace to eat

Like a breakfast at the egg house, a waffle on the griddle

Im burnt around the edges but Im tender in the middle