Текст песни: Hojo's on Waukegan + перевод

We pulled out from st. mary’s

And peered out of the back

Two hundred some odd waving hands

Who don’t expect us back

It didn’t take us long

To find a place to eat

A fantasy of love and marriage-

A world of food and sleep

A ho jo’s on Waukegan

Is where it all began

Everything (everything)

Was going well

As well as the beetle ran

You count the red cars heading south

I’ll count the blues due south

Whoever racks the highest count

Can tip the waitress out

We eat with just one hand

The other two are clasped

We’re biding all the time in the world

Let’s hope the feelings last

A fifty-fifty shot

That one day we’ll be back

Let’s hope the coffee still comes cold

And the toast is served up black

A ho jo’s on Waukegan

Is where it all began

Everything (everything)

Was going well

As well as the beetle ran

You count the red cars heading south

I’ll count the blues due south

Whoever racks the highest count

Can tip the waitress out

Now we’ve got three decades on our belts

The same two wedding bands

We haven’t killed each other yet

But eat with both our hands

You’ve gained a couple of pounds

I lost a little hair

A choked up waitress tears our check

When she finds out why we’re there

A ho jo’s on Waukegan

Is where the bug remains

Everything’s (everything's) still going

Fine underneath the weather vane

You count the blue cars headin' north

I’ll count the reds due south

Whoever racks the lowest count

Can tip the waitress out

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