Текст (слова) песни: Oysterhead - Polka Dot Rose

 
He always liked to paint with his sunglasses on 
Cause acrylics tend to burn on his eyes 
And nothing brought him closer to the canvas 
Than the warmth of Eleanor`s thighs 
He never had much of a devious nature 
But was hardly a modern day saint 
If you asked the little boy what he`d be when he grew up 
Said I`d rather be a fireman than paint 
 
Keep on painting 
 
She always liked to dance with no shoes on 
Cause the gravel felt good on her toes 
And Mr. Merriweather left his wife and his kids 
In search of a polka dot rose 
They never thought much of his mongrelesque stature 
Or the scent that could make a buzzard faint 
If you asked the little boy what he`d be when he grew up 
He`d say 
Keep on painting
 

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