John Hiatt - The Wreck of The Barbie Ferrari текст песни

Saturday night he comes home stinking

Sunday morning she wakes up thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking

Does she need to get the kids dressed to go to church

Hes pulled a shotgun out of the lurch

He heads for the tv room starts to search

His problems swollen like a river and his realitys shrinking

He finds them huddled by the toy box and splatters em all

The ken and the midge and the skipper doll

They look like a family but theyre really not at all

Well hes sad but he aint sorry

It aint the end of the world

Its just the wreck of the barbie ferrari

He wonders if he ever said I do

To that little blonde plastic voodoo

And his minds gone fishin

Well it started just as plain as the nose on your face

Now its in a thousand peices all over the place

He thought she was driving but its twisted beyond recognition

All the diapers and the tutus and the basketballs

She was givin them a lift to the promised mall

But somewhere by the tv that v-12 stalled

As he loaded the chamber her eyes got starry

It aint the end of the world

Its just wreck of the barbie ferrari

When they get home from church wont they be sorry

Hes cornered em all on his urban safari

It aint the end of the world...

Hes played with cars and guns since he could crawl

Now he wishes hed never met that doll with her face gone

There wasnt nothing he ever thought about

He couldnt drive through or shoot his way out

As he surveys the family room littered with dolls

He cant find one leg to stand on

He aims the gun at his head now hes starting to cry

Looking for the courage to let it fly

Cant live without his family now that something has died

Hes not sure whos hurt not sure whos sorry

It aint the end of the world...