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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Bob Dylan
Chant
Al Gorgoni
Guitare
Bill Lee
Basse
Bobby Gregg
Batterie
Bruce Langhorne
Guitare électrique
Frank Owens
Piano
Joseph Macho Jr.
Basse
Kenny Rankin
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bob Dylan
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Tom Wilson
Production
Fred Catero
Ingénierie
Roy Hallee
Ingénierie
Paroles
Well, I wake up in the morning, there's frogs inside my socks
Your mama, she's hidin' inside the icebox
Your daddy walks in wearin' a Napoleon Bonaparte mask
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, do you have to ask?
Well, I go to pet your monkey, I get a face full of claws
I ask that who's in the fireplace and you tell me, "Santa Claus"
The milkman comes in, he's wearing a derby hat
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you have to ask me that?
Well, I ask for something to eat, I'm hungry as a hog
So I get brown rice, seaweed and a dirty hot dog
I got a hole where my stomach disappeared
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, I gotta think you're really weird
Your grandpa's cane, it turns into a sword
Your grandma prays to pictures that are pasted on a board
Everything inside my pockets your uncle steals
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, I can't believe that you're for real
Well, there's fist fights in the kitchen
They're enough to make me cry
Then the mailman comes in, even he's gotta take a side
Even the butler, he's got something to prove
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you don't move?
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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