Текст песни: Three Chords and the Truth + перевод

People sing about revolution, people sing about love

They write songs about getting drunk, and they sing about the stars above

People sing about royalty and the man down on the street

But the one thing I never heard a song about yet is beating your meat

And all through the lean times, and in between times, you’ve got to try and

understand

When you can’t get it, might as well admit it, things are well in hand

People will tell you they’re alcoholics; people will tell you they’re gay

Folks will proudly admit to having epileptic fits, and bleaching hair to color

their gray

They will proudly proclaim, they are sick or insane. You can’t hide a hook nose

or club feet

But the one thing I never heard a song about yet is beating your meat

And all through the lean times, and in between times, you’ve got to try and

understand

When you can’t get it, might as well admit it, things are well in hand

The time has come to tell the truth out loud. I sure hope you don’t mind

But pulling your pony won’t make you go crazy. I promise that you won’t go blind

So next time you’re alone, grab ahold of your own, and you’re going to be in

for a treat

Next to a roll in the hay, the second best way, is beating your meat

And all through the lean times, and in between times, you’ve got to try and

understand

When you can’t get it, might as well admit it, things are well in hand

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