4.58 Am (dunroamin, Duncarin, Dunlivin) Lyrics - Roger Waters

[Trucker:} "Hey kid, you looking for a lift? 

Get on up here 

How's it going good buddy?" 

I nailed ducks to the wall 

Kept my heart in dark ruins 

I built bungalows over the hills 

Dunroamin, duncarin, dunlivin 

Took my girl to the country 

To sleep out under the moon 

Next thing she's going crazy 

[Trucker:] "Women are like that kid 

What the hell can you do?" 

She waits for the real Mr. Right to come 

Gently removing her heart 

With his promises of real communication 

[Trucker:] "I saw a program about that on TV, heh" 

Who's always picking up the tab 

Who built a bungalow for his momma and dad 

Me..... 

Who took you out to all the shows 

Who worked his fingers to the bone 

Me.... 

While you were asleep 

[Jade:] "It was me...I did!" 

I kept you in buttons and bows 

[Jade:] "Christ! All those clothes! 

So you could encourage this creep 

[Hick:] "With that program 

I bet some son of a bitch made a million dollars." 

With his neat feet 

And his clean fingernails 

With his wise but twinkling eyes 

He's a rock standing out in an ocean of doubt 

[Trucker:] "Get movin', get off the road ya Goddam faggot." 

And compromise 

I'd like to go on with this bit of a song 

Describing this schmuck 

I'd like to go on, but I'm going to throw up 

[Trucker:] "Not in my rig you don't boy 

Get the hell out of here.