Will there ever be a superman?
Who's gonna take you to the gym?
Who's gonna teach you how to swim and
Who'll lick your chin after
Having too much Gin?
Oh well, what a stupid waste
To waste your days like this
And wonder what you miss
While your pants are full of shit
And you don't want to admit to it
No you don't want to admit to it
Will there ever be a friendly duck,
Who's gonna offer you a f*ck
After you kicked it in the mud
And ran it over with your truck,
Who's never ever shocked
If you leave the door unlocked?
Do you think you'll ever find a chick
Who's not pretentious but sill chique,
Who's gonna leave you her last sip
Protect you on this trip,
Who's gonna hit and miss your whit?
Do you think you'll ever understand
What it takes to be a man?
Blowin' bad breath into the fan
You know that this you never can,
Cause you ain't got not magic plan
Not many tricks are at your hand
And all those thoughts already spent.
Arlo Everling - Oh, well, what? (Live im Rollwerk Rüsselsheim) Lyrics
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Will there ever be a superman?
Who's gonna take you to the gym?
Who's gonna teach you how to swim and
Who'll lick your chin after
Having too much Gin?
Oh well, what a stupid waste
To waste your days like this
And wonder what you miss
While your pants are full of shit
And you don't want to admit to it
No you don't want to admit to it
Will there ever be a friendly duck,
Who's gonna offer you a f*ck
After you kicked it in the mud
And ran it over with your truck,
Who's never ever shocked
If you leave the door unlocked?
Do you think you'll ever find a chick
Who's not pretentious but sill chique,
Who's gonna leave you her last sip
Protect you on this trip,
Who's gonna hit and miss your whit?
Do you think you'll ever understand
What it takes to be a man?
Blowin' bad breath into the fan
You know that this you never can,
Cause you ain't got not magic plan
Not many tricks are at your hand
And all those thoughts already spent.
Who's gonna take you to the gym?
Who's gonna teach you how to swim and
Who'll lick your chin after
Having too much Gin?
Oh well, what a stupid waste
To waste your days like this
And wonder what you miss
While your pants are full of shit
And you don't want to admit to it
No you don't want to admit to it
Will there ever be a friendly duck,
Who's gonna offer you a f*ck
After you kicked it in the mud
And ran it over with your truck,
Who's never ever shocked
If you leave the door unlocked?
Do you think you'll ever find a chick
Who's not pretentious but sill chique,
Who's gonna leave you her last sip
Protect you on this trip,
Who's gonna hit and miss your whit?
Do you think you'll ever understand
What it takes to be a man?
Blowin' bad breath into the fan
You know that this you never can,
Cause you ain't got not magic plan
Not many tricks are at your hand
And all those thoughts already spent.
Writer: Arlo Everling
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