Luyện nghe bài hát Egg & Daughter Nite, Lincoln Nebraska, 1967 (Crazy Bone)

If you like your apples
And your streets are not
You'll be in bed by nine every night
Take hand-spanked, corn-fed gal
And your best friend's pal
To a treat down the street as dynamite
Don't let conscience be your guide
If you put foot inside
You wish you left well-enough alone
When you got to pay
Put the on layaway
And blame it on that old bone

Crazy (crazy bone)
bone (crazy bone)
Well you wish left your well-enough alone
you got hell to pay
Put the on layaway
And it on the old crazy bone

Don't be stuck up in
you should be in Nebraska
On a Thursday it's Egg & Daughter Nite
When the farmers to town
And they spread them around
And they drop their daughters down at the roller

Well probably standing there
With slicked-back, Brylcreem hair
Your Lucky's and your daddy's comb
If knew what you were thinking
run you out of Lincoln
Just blame it on that old crazy

bone (crazy bone)
Crazy (crazy bone)
you must have left your wisdom tooth at home
If they knew what you thinking
They'd run you out of
Blame it on the old crazy

the grandkids all are grown
And they put you in a
And is approaching fast
Yeah half out of your head
And you probably the bed
And you can't see a thing to your ass
And far across the (prairie)
In the local ('tery)
They already got your carved out in stone
When all them say
Grandpa why you that way?
Just blame it on that old bone
Yeah it on that old

bone (crazy bone)
Crazy (crazy bone)
And in that old folks' home
If they what you were thinking
They'd run you out of
Just blame it on that old bone
And everybody in that old folks'
Yeah it on that old crazy bone