Текст, перевод и аккорды “Magdalena”
- Mark volman (lead vocals) Howard kaylan (lead vocals) Ian underwood (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals) Aynsley dunbar (drums) Don preston (keyboards, mini-moog) Jim pons (bass, vocals) There was a man A little ole man Who lived in montreal With a wife and a kid And a car and a house And a teenage daughter With a see-thru blouse Who loved to grunt and ball - - And her name was magdalena The little ole man Came home one night To his house in montreal. He caught his daughter In the blouse by the light And he said to himself: "she looks all right!" And he reached for a tit And grabbed it tight And threw her up Against the wall (blue cross!) Magdalena, my daughter dear, Do not be concerned when your Canadian daddy comes near. My daughter dear Do not be concerned when your Canadian daddy comes near. I work so hard, Dont you understand, Making maple syrup For the pancakes of our land. Do you have any idea What that can do to a man What that can do to a man? Do you have any idea What that can do to a man What that can do to a man? The little ole man With the grubby little hand Who lived in montreal Was drooling a bit As he reached for her tit And he said to himself: "this gonna be it!" But the girl turned around And said: "go eat shit!" And ran on down the hall. Right on, magdalena! My daughter dear, Do not be concerned when your Canadian daddy comes near. My daughter dear Do not be concerned when your Canadian daddy comes near. I work so hard, Dont you understand, Making maple syrup For the pancakes of our land. Do you have any idea? What that can do to a man What that can do to a man? Do you have any idea? What that can do to a man What that can do to a man? Magdalena, dont you tease me like this Right in the hallway with your blouse and your tits If your mommy ever finds us like this Shell call a lawyer, oh how mom will be pissed Doodle doodle doodle duh-duh dee-uh Doodle doodle doodle duh-duh dee-uh Magdalena, magdalena, magdalena, magdalena, Daughter of the smog-filled winds of los angeles, Id like to take you in the closet And take off your little clothes Until youre virtually stark raving nude, Spread mayonaise and kaopectate all over your body And take you down to hollywood boulevard And we can, we can walk down the streets By the stars that say john provost and leo g. carrol Together, baby. We can go dancing up at the cina grill ... cant you see it: frank pernell and us, until dark ... dont you understand, my baby ... I didnt mean, I didnt need, I mean ... it was so hard for me I just ... I saw you standing under the shell pest strip late last night, in the light, with your little nipples protruding through your little see-thru thingie...and I just said my god, my god Ave my sperm to this thing...and now I just,...oh you got me so hard, I just, I dont know what to do magdalena, dont you understand? so I grabbed you - but, but dont hold it against me - I m Your mom will never know, baby ... and I wantcha to come back to me... I mean... do you understand me? ... I want you to... Im down on my knees to ya, magdalena... I wantcha ta walk back to me, .. I wantcha to turn around by the sparkletts machine... thats it! thats it!... in the little chartreuse hallway with the little neon jesus picture on the wall... and I want you to step, baby, Nt you to walk back in your f Ive inch spike heels that you got at fredericks, same time you and your mommy got that crotchless underwear last year for the christmas... and I want you to stroll back to me, baby... walk back , dontcha understand me baby... I want you to walk back... Im down on bended knees, baby... Im gonna, Im gonna, I wanna take off your little trainig bra...dont you understand me. Im gonna t Ff you little maroon hot pants... Im gonna get down on my knees, baby... dontcha understand what Im saying to you... your mom will never know... shes playing bridge with the girls... and you ... you and I will... baby, its just you and i... dontcha understand... we can make love all night long... nobody will ever know... come on, magdalena! ...please, little girl... walk back to yo Ddy... what did I do that was so wrong? ...my god, I was only following the sexual impulse like I heard on the johnny carson show...from a book or something I wrote, I didnt know what I was doin Got carried away... walk bac K, oh please, to your daddy!... come on, magdalena... to your daddy, baby... your mom will never know... come back to you daddy!...
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