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Sangtekst: David Lee Roth. Your Filthy Little Mouth. Experience.

I learned half of what I know
From the worst teacher goin', experience
That school's too slow an' I know folks

Smart ones from the city who gone and made a life's work
A decade later, they still do it shitty, experience
That's experience for you, moves kinda slow

You get off the bus the same guy that got on twenty years ago
And as I feel it, is it art or imitating? 'Cause if it's art
All my life's been fingerpainting

Had my best luck, though with a big easel
I'd rather be an art project, babe, than just weasel out with
Wearin' one and come to suspect the whole experience

Experience, I think I understand
Is it like goin' 90, her top's down an' wind's in your beer can?
That's this moment there, on a bungee jump
You're down, goin' down, you're comin' up now

I think I felt that before somewhere, it was, it was kind of an experience
One shining moment lost in time, the one with the showroom shine
Well, I'm sorry girl, yes, I'm sorry boy, but I feel that way all the time

Till I finally made it life was kinda hit or miss
But after I made it life was "Take a hit of this"
And I'd love to talk philosophy but I've gotta take a piss

Man, that philosophy runs right through ya
Take it from me baby I've got experience, all right

Experience, do I understand?
Like goin' a 100, her top's down, the wind's in your beer can
That single moment there, on a bungee jump
You're just goin' down, you're comin' up now

Yeah, don't look down, ooh
That special moment lost in time, the one with the showroom shine
Well, I'm sorry babe, yes, I'm sorry babe but I feel that way all the time, ohh