Listen to Leave the Lights On song with lyrics from John Prine

Leave the Lights On

John Prine4 Apr 1995

Leave the Lights On Lyrics

Leave the Lights on - John Prine

Feeling kind of bony

On the telephoney

Talking to Marconi

Eating Rice-a-Roni

Nominated for a Tony

 

For acting like a phoney

Watching Twilight Zoney

On my forty-two inch Sony

 

This is just a long song

It ain't no poem

 

Leave the lights on till your baby gets home

 

It's like sitting in the kitchen

When the music's really bitchin'

Your nose it starts to itchin'

As you count your old age pension

Did I forget to mention

The ride that I was hitchin'

To the Aluminum convention

I had such good intention

 

Keep your cotton pickin' fingers off

My song poem

 

And leave the lights on till your baby gets home

 

Leave the lights on till your baby gets home

 

Leave the lights on till your baby gets home

 

Don't forget your toothbrush

Your hairbrush and your comb

Leave the lights on till your baby gets home

 

Got a big ol' dog

A chrome crowbar

I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my car

 

Me and Billy Shakespeare

Stepped out to get a root beer

We sat together so near

 

People thought we were queer

Punctuated by the big scare

We joined the Air Force right there

To defend our country first class

Who couldn't give a rat's ass

Don't you tell me that the White House is my home

 

Leave the lights on till your baby gets home

 

Leave the lights on till your baby gets home

 

Leave the lights on till your baby gets home

 

Don't forget your toothbrush

Your hairbrush and your comb

 

Leave the lights on till your baby gets home

 

Got a big ol' dog

A big iron bar

 

I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my car

 

It's like kissing Greta Garbo with a mouth full of marbles

 

Like trying to cash a paycheck in the middle of a train wreck

 

Leave the lights on

 

Leave the lights on

 

Like trying to get around in a carmade of bondo

 

Like speaking German lingo to a dog named Dingo Plots

 

Leave the lights on

 

Leave the lights on

 

Like a French fried quesadilla

In a franchised pizzeria

 

Leave the lights on

Leave the lights on

 

A big iron bar

 

 

I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my car