Текст песни Bad Lip-Reading - Bushes of love

49 times we fought that beast
It had a chicken head with duck feet
With a woman’s face too

And it was waiting in the bushes of us
Then it ripped off your dad’s face
He was screaming something awful
In fact there was this huge mess
And I had to change the floors
The Floors?
You see, his blood
It drained into the boards
And I had to change ‘em
But we all got a
Chicken- Duck- Woman thing waiting for us

Every day I worry all day
About what’s waiting in the bushes of love
‘Cause something’s waiting in the bushes of us
Something’s waiting in the bushes of love
Every day I worry all day
About what’s waiting in the bushes of love
Something’s waiting in the bushes of us
Something’s waiting in the bushes of love

Yo! Never knew my dad
He didn’t care about me
Dead horizon
Is all my macro-binoculars see
Moisture-farming all my life
And not a drop spilt
My aunt and uncle,
Double suns
And sippin’ blue milk
My aunt and uncle,
Double suns
I’m sick of blue milk
But then a desert hobo
Came and told me
We all got a
Chicken- Duck- Woman thing waiting for us
Every day I worry all day
About what’s waiting in the bushes of love
‘Cause something’s waiting in the bushes of us
Something’s waiting in the bushes of love
Every day I worry all day
About what’s waiting in the bushes of love
Something’s waiting in the bushes of us
Something’s waiting in the bushes of love

Hold me when I open like a flower
Hold me right
Yeah, I ain’t had a bake for a girl
In a long time, a long time
I think my cooking’s awesome
I’ve got her picture in my photo wagon
Ha Ha. Keep it poppin’
Yeah, she’d probably love to honky tonk
She’d probably love to honky tonk
That’s what I said

I used to ride across the desert
You know, I used to glide on my speeder
I pray that I don’t find
What I don’t wanna find
Waitin’ for me ‘round the corner Oh No No
I used to ride across the desert
You know, I used to glide on my speeder
I pray that I don’t find any more
Crispy bodies by the door
49 times. Yeah, it was 49 times
And now it might be
Waiting for you
Could be hiding behind that scrap pile
That’s just a big cow
I know you really want someone to hold you
But we all got a
Chicken- Duck- Woman thing waiting for us
Every day I worry all day
About what’s waiting in the bushes of love
Something’s waiting in the bushes of us
Something’s waiting in the bushes of love