Текст Local H – Look Who’s Walking On Four Legs Again

And, baby — these feet were made for walkin’.
But I can’t walk in boots of broken glass.
And, maybe — these times weren’t made for talkin’.
So I won’t answer questions that you don’t ask.
Look who’s walking on four legs again.
It’s hard to stand when you’ve gone from scraps to crumbs.
Times are rough — but, man, this time you’ll suffer.
Well, I say, «Hallelujah! I’m a bum.»
And, darlin’ — these knees were made fro crawling.
And snakes will talk to men straight eye to eye.
And, darlin’ — these times weren’t made for stallin’.
But red-faced and russhin’ ain’t really what I had in mind.
Look who’s walking on four legs again.
There’s no shaking hands when you’re hanging by your thumbs.
Times are tough — but, man, this steak is tougher.
Well, I say, «Hallelujah! I’m a bum.»
We’ll all sing, «HALLELUJAH! WE’RE ALL BUMS»