Squeeze box - The Who

Volver, con la cara marchita, las nieves del tiempo en los parietales y los dolores del alma. Y las preguntas sin respuestas.
Mi curiosidad vence a ratos, pero la verdad hace tiempo que toqué fondo y no me dan ganas de reprimirme, sino más bien de actualizarme. Lo peor que te puede quedar en la cabeza es una pregunta sin responder. Una angustia sin traducir. Una palabra sin decir. Un deseo sin expresar.
Se llama frustración, y nada como el rock para explicarlo y entenderlo Salmón.
Let's rock again.

Mama's got a squeeze box
She wears on her chest
And when Daddy comes home
He never gets no rest

'Cause she's playing all night
And the music's all right
Mama's got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night

Well the kids don't eat
And the dog can't sleep
There's no escape from the music
In the whole damn street

'Cause she's playing all night
And the music's all right
Mama's got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night

She goes in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out

She's playing all night
And the music's all right
Mama's got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night

She goes, squeeze me, come on and squeeze me
Come on and tease me like you do
I'm so in love with you
Mama's got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night

She goes in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out

'Cause she's playing all night
And the music's all right
Mama's got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night