Onomatopeia - John Prine

Forty-five minutes, fifty-five cents

Sixty-five agents sitting on a fence

Saying, hey little brother look what we got for you

We’re gonna rope off an area and put on a show

From the Canadian border down to Mexico

It might be the most potentially gross

Thing that we could possibly do

Yeah, little buddy gonna get your chance

Make them pubescent all wet their pants

We’ll record it live and that’s no jive

Hold it, stop it, no, no, no, no

Bang went the pistol, crash went the window

Ouch went the son of a gun

Onomatopoeia, I don’t wanna see ya

Speaking in a foreign tongue

Knock, knock, hello, can I come in?

Gee, it was a wonderful show

Oh, you haven’t gone on yet?

Well, how was I supposed to know?

Hey we got a great date, it’s really downtown

We’re gonna get the grand canyon to do the sound

It’s a boxing ring, but it might be the thing

To really put you in the dough

Well listen little brother, don’t you get us wrong

Why we even know one of the words to your song

Just say I do and we’ll lay it on you

You, you, and me, me, me, me

Bang went the pistol, crash went the window

Ouch went the son of a gun

Onomatopoeia, I don’t want to see ya

Speaking in a foreign tongue

Hey little buddy gonna get your chance

Make them pubescent all wet their pants

We’ll record it live and that’s no jive

Hold it, stop it, no, no, no, no

Bang went the pistol, crash went the window

Ouch went the son of a gun

Onomatopoeia, I don’t want to see ya

Speaking in a foreign tongue

Onomatopoeia, I don’t want to see ya

Speaking in a foreign tongue