Bob Dylan - Motorpsycho Nightmare Lyrics
I pounded on a farmhouseLookin for a place to stay.I was mighty, mighty tired,I had gone a long, long way.I said, hey, hey, in there,Is there anybody home?I was standin on the stepsFeelin most alone.Well, out comes a farmer,He must have thought that I was nuts.He immediately looked at meAnd stuck a gun into my guts.I fell downTo my bended knees,Saying, I dig farmers,Dont shoot me, please!He *****ed his rifleAnd began to shout,Youre that travelin salesmanThat I have heard about.I said, no! no! no!Im a doctor and its true,Im a clean-cut kidAnd I been to college, too.Then in comes his daughterWhose name was rita.She looked like she stepped out ofLa dolce vita.I immediately tried to cool itWith her dad,And told him what aNice, pretty farm he had.He said, what do doctorsKnow about farms, pray tell?I said, I was bornAt the bottom of a wishing well.Well, by the dirt neath my nailsI guess he knew I wouldnt lie.I guess youre tired,He said, kinda sly.I said, yes, ten thousand milesToday I drove.He said, I got a bed for youUnderneath the stove.Just one conditionAnd you go to sleep right now,That you dont touch my daughterAnd in the morning, milk the cow.I was sleepin like a ratWhen I heard something jerkin.There stood ritaLookin just like tony perkins.She said, would you like to take a shower?Ill show you up to the door.I said, oh, no! no!Ive been through this before.I knew I had to splitBut I didnt know how,When she said,Would you like to take that shower, now?Well, I couldnt leaveUnless the old man chased me out,cause Id already promisedThat Id milk his cows.I had to say somethingTo strike him very weird,So I yelled out,I like fidel castro and his beard.Rita looked offendedBut she got out of the way,As he came charging down the stairsSayin, whats that I heard you say?I said, I like fidel castro,I think you heard me right,And ducked as he swungAt me with all his might.Rita mumbled somethingbout her mother on the hill,As his fist hit the icebox,He said hes going to kill meIf I dont get out the doorIn two seconds flat,You unpatriotic, rotten doctor commie rat.Well, he threw a readers digestAt my head and I did run,I did a somersaultAs I seen him get his gunAnd crashed through the windowAt a hundred miles an hour,And landed fully blastIn his garden flowers.Rita said, come back!As he started to loadThe sun was comin upAnd I was runnin down the road.Well, I dont figure Ill be backThere for a spell,Even though rita moved awayAnd got a job in a motel.He still waits for me,Constant, on the sly.He wants to turn me inTo the f.b.i.Me, I romp and stomp,Thankful as I romp,Without freedom of speech,I might be in the swamp.
