Tim Buckley — Bring It On Up

Seems like in every hip conversation, Honey People brag about where they all come from Seems like in every hip conversation, Woman I just end up sucking on my thumb Lord, I'm just a I'm just a pauper I been raised in a trailer park yeah Ain't got that much, Honey, to brag about I just drinkin' all alone in the dark I said bring it on up To my room, Woman I can't carry this load alone Bring it on up here, Woman To my room, Honey I can't carry this load alone Well I don't need none of that phony moaning woman, no I don't need it to get it on, Honey, no Take off your wig darlin' now Throw away those pills now woman; No, aww, we're gonna roll; Ah, you know that good kind lovin' gonna make it All right now honey, no Ah woman we--we're gonna' turn the tide around; Talk about tongue to tongue, woman Bring it on up to my room, Woman I can't carry this load alone Bring it on up here, to my room, Woman I can't carry this load alone Talking bout talking tongue, Woman (unintelligible)