Testo di '1949' di Lana Del Rey

Carry me up them stairs
With my white socks on
And my pretty song
You like my blue nail polish?
What is all this?
You said of the mess upstairs
Don't be scared

Daddy dearest, you know how I like to take trips
Pops, first stops at the K-mart
Buy me my peach lip gloss
Cigarettes and lollipops
For our trip across the USA

We're gonna party like it's 1949
We're in the Pontiac from July to July
Gonna see it all before he says goodbye
Gonna party like it's 1949

Carry me up the stairs
With my white socks on
And my blonde hair long
You like my pin-up bodice
And the solace that comes with the midnight air
And my icy stare

It's the clearest when it's me and him alone
He stops, he talks about all ways he used to
Dinerettes and soda pops
For our trip across the USA

We're gonna party like it's 1949
We're in the Pontiac from July to July
Gonna see it all before he says goodbye
Gonna party like it's 1949

Daddy likes Blackpool Pleasure Beach and road stops
Me, I like the Swiss Alps souvenir gift shops
Late night, midnight radio show talks
Him and me, a big jailbreak

Ponytail and lollipops
Dinerettes and soda pops
New blue bathing suit
Ruched tops and Cadillacs
Blue lake, Carter Docks
Hopscotch, hot talk
Alabama hard knocks
Motel brass locks