Ramblin' Rodriguez - Folk Song | Текст песни

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• Ramblin' Rodriguez
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Well... Big Caboose was a steel-drivin' son of a gun... 'til a bad-hearted woman he spied.
Well... Jezebel's heart did wander... when she saw that ramblin' man.
He was tall and dark and shiny... and a native Mexican.
Well... Rodriguez ran to his best friend... said "help me or I'll surely be killed".
Fry laughed and he said "you deserted me once. Now it's your turn to feel the chill".
Lord! Lord! Now it's your turn to feel the chill.
Big Caboose went lookin' for Rodriguez... straight to New New York Town.
He cried—
[Later...]
He cried "rambler. You slept with my Jezebel"—
[Later...]
Big Caboose: That rambler slept with my Jezebel. Now I'm comin' for to shoot him down.
Big Caboose: Lord. Lord. Comin' for to shoot him down.
Then the steel-drivin' man rammed his train through the wall, and crushed him flatter than a MacBook Air, lord, lord, crushed him flatter than a MacBook Air.
But while you were all out fighting with the giant plastic octupi I copied myself... you see.
Fry and Leela: Bender!
And I cowered in the bathroom while that steel-drivin' moron killed a duplicate instead of me.
Fry and others: Lord! Lord!
Killed a duplicate instead of me!

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