Letra de Beginning Of A Great Adventure - Lou Reed
Letra de canci�n de Beginning Of A Great Adventure de Lou Reed lyrics
It might be great to have a kid
that I could kick around
A little me
to fill up with my thought
A little me or he or she
to fill up with my dreams
A way of saying
life is not a loss
I'd keep the tyke away
from school and tutor him myself
Keep him from the poison of crowd
But then again pristine isolation
might not be the best idea
It's not good trying to immortalize yourself
Beginning Of A Great Adventure
Beginning Of A Great Adventure
Why stop at one,
I might have ten, a regular TV brood
I'd breed a little liberal army in the wood
Just like these redneck lunatics
I see at the local bar
With their tribe of mutant inbred piglets
With cloven hoovers
I'd teach them how to plant a bomb
Start a fire, play guitar
And if they catch a hunter, shoot him in the nuts
I'd try to be as progressive as I could possibly be
As long as I didn't have to try too much
Beginning Of A Great Adventure
Beginning Of A Great Adventure
Susie, Jesus, Bogart, Sam Leslie, Jill and Jeff
Rita, Winny, Andy, Fran and Jet
Boris, Bono, Lucy, Ethel, Bunny, Reg and Tom
That's a lot of named to try not to forget
Carrie, Marlon, No and Steve La Rue and Jerry Lee
Eggplant, Rufus, Dummy, Star and The Glob
I'd need a damn computer
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To keep track of all these names
I hope this baby thing don't go too far
I hope it's true
what my wife said to me
I hope it's true
what my wife said to me
Hey I hope it's true
what my wife said to me
She says, baby,
it's the Beginning of a Great Adventure
Baby, it's the Beginning of a Great Adventure
Take a look
It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick around
Create in my own image like a god
I'd raise my own pallbearers
To carry me to my grave
And keep me company
when I'm a wizened toothless clod
Some gibbering old fool
Sitting all alone drooling on his shirt
Some senile old fart playing in the dirt
It might be fun to have a kid
I could pass something on to
something better than rage, pain, anger and hurt
I hope it's true
what my wife said to me
I hope it's true
what my wife said to me
I hope it's true
what my wife said to me
She says Lou,
it's the Beginning of a Great Adventure
Lou, Lou, Lou, Beginning of a Great Adventure
She says baby,
how you call your lover boy
Sylvia, what-a you call your lover man
that I could kick around
A little me
to fill up with my thought
A little me or he or she
to fill up with my dreams
A way of saying
life is not a loss
I'd keep the tyke away
from school and tutor him myself
Keep him from the poison of crowd
But then again pristine isolation
might not be the best idea
It's not good trying to immortalize yourself
Beginning Of A Great Adventure
Beginning Of A Great Adventure
Why stop at one,
I might have ten, a regular TV brood
I'd breed a little liberal army in the wood
Just like these redneck lunatics
I see at the local bar
With their tribe of mutant inbred piglets
With cloven hoovers
I'd teach them how to plant a bomb
Start a fire, play guitar
And if they catch a hunter, shoot him in the nuts
I'd try to be as progressive as I could possibly be
As long as I didn't have to try too much
Beginning Of A Great Adventure
Beginning Of A Great Adventure
Susie, Jesus, Bogart, Sam Leslie, Jill and Jeff
Rita, Winny, Andy, Fran and Jet
Boris, Bono, Lucy, Ethel, Bunny, Reg and Tom
That's a lot of named to try not to forget
Carrie, Marlon, No and Steve La Rue and Jerry Lee
Eggplant, Rufus, Dummy, Star and The Glob
I'd need a damn computer
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/beginning-of-a-great-adventure-lou-reed.php
To keep track of all these names
I hope this baby thing don't go too far
I hope it's true
what my wife said to me
I hope it's true
what my wife said to me
Hey I hope it's true
what my wife said to me
She says, baby,
it's the Beginning of a Great Adventure
Baby, it's the Beginning of a Great Adventure
Take a look
It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick around
Create in my own image like a god
I'd raise my own pallbearers
To carry me to my grave
And keep me company
when I'm a wizened toothless clod
Some gibbering old fool
Sitting all alone drooling on his shirt
Some senile old fart playing in the dirt
It might be fun to have a kid
I could pass something on to
something better than rage, pain, anger and hurt
I hope it's true
what my wife said to me
I hope it's true
what my wife said to me
I hope it's true
what my wife said to me
She says Lou,
it's the Beginning of a Great Adventure
Lou, Lou, Lou, Beginning of a Great Adventure
She says baby,
how you call your lover boy
Sylvia, what-a you call your lover man
