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Sunrise over the turquoise mountains
Messenger birds in sight They came up through the valley Both sides at a time Through the cold steady rain Raid! I bend down Poke a double decker on a llama Taboot Llama, taboot taboot Trigger a blastoplast, ramshackle laker recedes I start to run It was the loudest thing I'd ever heard And I knew my time had come To enter the delta Leave it on press Depress, depress Llama, taboot, taboot Leave it on press Depress, depress Llama, taboot, taboot Leave it on press Depress, depress Llama, taboot, taboot Leave it on press Depress, depress Llama, taboot, taboot Leave it on press Depress, depress Llama, taboot, taboot Leave it on press Depress, depress Llama, taboot, taboot Llama, taboot, taboot Llama, taboot, taboot Taboot, taboot Taboot, taboot Taboot |
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Aboard a craft bereft of oar
I rowed upstream to find Lenore Abducted by a bandit or A king from some forgotten war And mindful of his larval craze The rhinotropic micro-gaze Ignored it and to my amazement Rode to Paris in twelve days This is the work of the guelah papyrus Stranded for a moment on the ocean of Osyrus Absorbing all she can for every member of her clan Expanding exponentially like some recursive virus She take me on, I never fail To ride on the redundant rail 'Cause when I know she's switched a track There's always one to take me back And through the bedroom door intrude A fretful frown and spoil the mood 'Cause though I never really stand that tall She tilt my frame, she watch me fall |
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Trapped in time and I don't know what to do
These friends of mine, I can see right through You don't gotta tell me I don't gotta move 'Cuz I'm sittin' back here sharin' in the groove Me no are no nice guy (me no are no nice guy) Me no are no nice guy (me no are no nice guy) Me no are no nice guy (me no are no nice guy) I walk through the hallways inside my mind I chase the backbeat from behind Big dude in the doorway was blockin' my way He reached to grab me and this is what he said Me no are no nice guy (me no are no nice guy) Me no are no nice guy (me no are no nice guy) Me no are no nice guy (me no are no nice guy) This is the end My only friend, the end Indians lying on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts in the young child's fragile ... mind Aahhhhhhhh! Careful with that axe, Eugene Mother Careful with that axe, Eugene Aahhhhhhhh!!!!! |
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(Billy F. Gibbons/Joe Michael Hill/Frank Lee Beard)Jesus left Chicago
And he headed down to New Orleans Jesus left Chicago And he headed down to New Orleans Hey hey Workin' from one end to the other And all points in between Took a drive through Mississippi Muddy water turned to wine Took a drive through Mississippi Muddy water turned to wine Hey hey Went out to California Through the points and through the pines You might not see him in person But he'll see you just the same Might not see him in person But he'll see you just the same Hey hey Don't have to worry about nothin' 'Cuz takin' care of business is His name Jesus left Chicago And he headed down to New Orleans Jesus left Chicago And he headed down to New Orleans Hey hey Workin' from one end to the other And all points in between Thanks everyone! This is a very cool room, I don't know how many of you Were here last time, but...it's good to be back What's that? Sounds good, Mike!! Sounds great, Mike!!! Thank you man! Thank you.. OK.... Mike? He likes the way it sounds! I know! |
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Last night, in the moments my thoughts were adrift
And coasting a terrace, approaching a rift Through which I could spy several glimpses beneath Of the darkness the light from above could not reach I spied wings of reason, herself taking flight And upon yonder precipice saw her alight And glared back at me one last look of dismay As if she were the last one she thought I'd betray So much better I said to myself And drawing quite close to the top of the shelf I struggled with destiny upon the ledge And gasped when defeated he slipped off the edge And silence contagious in moments like these Consumed me and strengthened my will to appease The passion that sparked me one terrible night And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite So much better I said to myself And drawing quite close to the top of the shelf I struggled with destiny upon the ledge And gasped when defeated he slipped off the edge And silence contagious in moments like these Consume me and strengthen my will to appease The passion that sparked me one terrible night (And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite) The passion that sparked me one terrible night (And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite) The passion that sparked me one terrible night (And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite) The passion that sparked me one terrible night (And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite) The passion that sparked me one terrible night (And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite) |
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We've got it simple
Cause we've got a band And we've got cymbals in the band We've got it simple Cause we've got a band And we've got cymbals in the band What is a band without cymbals? Ooh ooh cymbals are grand We've got a saxophone Cause we've got a band And we've got a saxophone in the band We've got a saxophone Cause we've got a band And we've got saxophone in the band What is a band without saxophone Ooh ooh saxophone is grand Cymbals and saxophones Saxophones and cymbals (2x) We've got Be-bop Cause we've got a band And we play Be-bop in the band We've got skyscraper And it sings a pretty tune Every band needs skyscraper too What is a band without skyscraper Ooh ooh skyscraper is grand Sim-Bop & Be-Bophone Sky-Balls & Sax-Scraper |
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It's hidden far away
But someday I may tell The tale of metal tangle When into your world I fell Without you now I wander soaking Secretly afraid 'Cause in your grasp the fears don't last (And some of them have stayed) I wheeled around because I Didn't hear what you had said And saw you dancing with Elihu Up on Leemor's bed And I was foggy rather groggy, you helped me to my car The binding belt enclosing me, a Sample in a Jar And on the market stands unfolding With all their willies and their wares I shuffle by alert but numb To all the glances and the glares And I think of you unheeding All the times I raise my cup It's now I know that you knew that I'd soon end up end up Chorus You tricked me like the others And now I don't belong The simple smiles and good times seem all wrong |
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There's a mouse starin' out of the window
His colony's trapped in the snow He's planning a family vacation But he just can't go Around the next corner's a red bird His feathers are trapped in a sling He's passed by some mudslinging parrot Who's jealously ain't got no end There ain't no time to stash the gumbo Or rattle around in a cage The sacrificed child's made bubbles And spittle is everywhere enraged In the hot sand I land on my feet They blister and cake with debris Chez rolez is guarding the toll port While Angry piddles with glee There's a fool writing notes out on sandpaper He's sending them off to himself He gets them a couple days later Who put them along his top shelf If you get tired of shavings And carve up a good hunk of wood Remembering to check on the sausage He's got cooking somewhere look good |
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(Doctor Davis, telephone please...Doctor Davis, telephone please)
I'd catapult downtown To see the galleries And my favorite fiancee In a lavender gown But I'm hooked up to a machine It performs my daily functions Through a tube in my wien And today that thing malfunctioned Like a forest fire It burnt a hole in me and I perspired So there ain't gonna be a wedding No love affair No art to which none compares |
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Carolina, carolina, carolina, carolina
Nothing could be finer than to be in carolina in the morning No one could be sweeter that my sweetie when I meet her in the morning Where the morning glory Twine around the door Whispering pretty stories I long to hear once more Strolling with my girlie when the dew is pearly early in the morning Butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup, in the morning If I had aladdin's lamp I'd make a wish and here's what I'd say Nothing could be finer than to be in carolina in the morning |
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The overhead view is of me in a maze
And you see what I'm hunting a few steps away And I take a wrong turn and I'm on the wrong path And the people all watching enjoy a good laugh Embarrassed with failure, I try to reverse The course that my tread had already traversed So doing the trauma engulfing my dream Invaded through what was an unguarded seam The torrent of helplessness swept me away To the cavern of shame and the hall of dismay Inside me a voice was repeating this phrase: "You've lost it, you'll never get out of this maze" You'll never get out of this maze (x7) |
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We've got it simple
Cause we've got a band And we've got cymbals in the band We've got it simple Cause we've got a band And we've got cymbals in the band What is a band without cymbals? Ooh ooh cymbals are grand We've got a saxophone Cause we've got a band And we've got a saxophone in the band We've got a saxophone Cause we've got a band And we've got saxophone in the band What is a band without saxophone Ooh ooh saxophone is grand Cymbals and saxophones Saxophones and cymbals (2x) We've got Be-bop Cause we've got a band And we play Be-bop in the band We've got skyscraper And it sings a pretty tune Every band needs skyscraper too What is a band without skyscraper Ooh ooh skyscraper is grand Sim-Bop & Be-Bophone Sky-Balls & Sax-Scraper |
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Your time is near, the mission's clear
It's later than we think Before you slip into the night You'll want something to drink Steal away before the dawn, and Bring us back good news But if you've tread in primal soup Please wipe it from your shoes Just then a porthole pirate Scouraged the evening with his cry And sanctuary bugs deprived A monkey of its thigh A dust arose and clogged my nose Before I could blink twice Despite the scut that bubbled up I gave some last advice: The flesh from Satan's dogs Will make the rudiments of gruel Deduct the carrots from your pay You worthless swampy fool Exploding then through fields and few And swimming in the mire The septic maiden's gargoyle tooth Demented me with fire I drifted where the current chose Afloat upon my back And if perchance a newt slimed by I'd stuff it in my sack Soon I felt a bubble form, Somewhere below my skin But with the handy spine of hedgehog I removed the force within Suzie then removed her mask And caused a mighty stir The angry crowd responded Taking turns at grabbing her The foggy cavern's musty grime Appeared within my palm I snatched Rick's fork to scrape it off With deadly icy calm The crowd meanwhile had taken Sue And used her like a rag To mop the slime from where the slug Had slithered with the bag In summing up, the moral seems A little bit obscure... Give the director a serpent deflector A mudrat detector, a ribbon reflector A cushion convector, a picture of nectar A virile disector, a hormone collector Whatever you do take care of your shoes |
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Take me to another place, she said
Take me to another time Run with me across the oceans Float me on a silver cloud If I could I would, but I don't know how If I could I would, but I don't know how If I could I would and I'd take you now Stay with me till time turns over I want to feel my feet leave the ground Take me where the whispering breezes Can lift me up and spin me around If I could I would... Hear you laughing as we go Flipping backward through the doors and through the windows... I'm melting into nothing If I could I would, but I don't know how If I could I would, but I don't know how If I could I would and I'd take you now |
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...We already played that
We're going to lighten it up a bit We're going to lighten it up a bit This really isn't a stupid song This is a special song This is an important song This is a dance song This is.. THIS IS RED ROCKS...THIS IS THE EDGE!!! No really this is a song about... We want to get serious now that we have your attention We want to talk about.. We want to talk about an important man (Diarrhea!-Mike) Who could have an important effect On everybody in this room's lives If they were willing to take the chance To let this person into their hearts and their views Because this is a special man this man was a philosepher many years ago (Background OOOH's and AHH's begin here) And this man wrote a great book For this is the author of the Helping Friendly Book The book that could change your life, the way it changed ours And I hope that someday That you, you people will all have the chance To read the Helping Friendly Book And experience the wisdom Of the great and knowledgeable Man who wrote the Helping Friendly Book Because he is, the great and knowledgeable He is the one, the only Author of the great Helping Friendly Book HE is, the man, the great man, the only the special His name is... The Author of the Helping Friendly Book He is the great, the knowledgeable The one, the only The great and knowledgeable Person who wrote the Helping Friendly Book His name could only be The one, the only The only, the special, the Author of the Helping Friendly Book HE WROTE THE PHUCKING BOOK OK! HE WROTE THE BOOK His name.. WAS.. ICCULUS!!!!! ( this part is sung ) Written by the great and knowledgeable Icculus Ya! Our children are old enough To read ICCULUS (or Ridicule us) A cold and lonely night Running the pace of her fright Look at her face tonight! (Starts to go into a jam, then stops abruptly) Thanks! |
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You may as well keep your belly full For the time may come when you'll rely on the layer of fat That separates you from the rabid dog and the common fly To a less demanding place on your spine I feel you shift my weight around I squirm and roll beneath your flesh Just like the guy you met in town He's yelling at the parking lot Throwing beer cans down the stairs Driving home to Mom and Dad To spend a weekend with no cares |
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Kitty Malone sat on a mule
Was riding in style When suddenly, like the sound of a buzzard's breaking Kity felt laser beams being fired at her head She said, "I hate laser beams And you never done see me askin' For a UFO In Tomahawk County" Well she kicked the mule And it walked the path And the aliens fired from behind Till she stopped the mule And she kicked the rump And the big old mule took a big old dump Scent of a mule, you better watch out where you go Take your laser beams away Scent of a mule, you better watch out where you go You better stop that laser game Or you'll smell my mule She felt the fire against her neck And it saddened her to feel it burn When suddenly, like the sound of a breeding Holstein Kitty said, "Stop, we ain't lookin' for fightin' In Tomahawk County." A little guy from the UFO Came on out and said his name was Joe She said, "Come on over for some lemonade Just follow me now with the whole brigade" Chorus They walked into her cabin shack They had never seen a southern home And they liked it, better than their UFO They liked it, they really liked it They said, "Here's a place of elegance Here we shower ourselves in lightness" Chorus |
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We've got it simple
Cause we've got a band And we've got cymbals in the band We've got it simple Cause we've got a band And we've got cymbals in the band What is a band without cymbals? Ooh ooh cymbals are grand We've got a saxophone Cause we've got a band And we've got a saxophone in the band We've got a saxophone Cause we've got a band And we've got saxophone in the band What is a band without saxophone Ooh ooh saxophone is grand Cymbals and saxophones Saxophones and cymbals (2x) We've got Be-bop Cause we've got a band And we play Be-bop in the band We've got skyscraper And it sings a pretty tune Every band needs skyscraper too What is a band without skyscraper Ooh ooh skyscraper is grand Sim-Bop & Be-Bophone Sky-Balls & Sax-Scraper |
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Rye, rye, rocco
Marco Esquandolas Run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run Set the gearshift for the high gear of your soul You've got to run like an antelope out of control |
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I'm pulling the pavement from under my nails
I brush past a garden, dependent on whales The sloping companion I cast down the ash Yanked on my tunic and dangled my stash Zipping through the forest with the curdling fleas To grow with them spindles, the mutant I seize I capture the dread beast who falls to his knees And cries to his cohorts, asleep in the trees Smegma, dogmatagram, fishmarket stew Police in a corner, gunnin' for you Appletoast, bedheated, furblanket rat Laugh when they shoot you, say "Please don't do that" Control for smilers can't be bought The solar garlic starts to rot Was it for this my life I sought? Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Control for smilers can't be bought (Maybe so and maybe not) The solar garlic starts to rot (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) |
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Trapped in time and I don't know what to do
These friends of mine, I can see right through You don't gotta tell me I don't gotta move 'Cuz I'm sittin' back here sharin' in the groove Me no are no nice guy (me no are no nice guy) Me no are no nice guy (me no are no nice guy) Me no are no nice guy (me no are no nice guy) I walk through the hallways inside my mind I chase the backbeat from behind Big dude in the doorway was blockin' my way He reached to grab me and this is what he said Me no are no nice guy (me no are no nice guy) Me no are no nice guy (me no are no nice guy) Me no are no nice guy (me no are no nice guy) This is the end My only friend, the end Indians lying on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts in the young child's fragile ... mind Aahhhhhhhh! Careful with that axe, Eugene Mother Careful with that axe, Eugene Aahhhhhhhh!!!!! |
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I look into the finance box
Just to check my status I look into the microscope See Golgi Apparatus Golgi, oh, woe is me You can't even see the sea Golgi, olgi, oh ooo olgi Golgi Golgi They call him Lysasome Cause he runs so fast Runs like a junkyard dog With a brain of brass I saw you With a ticket stub in your hand Under the light Middle of the night Couldn't get it wrong So I had to |
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He walked on down the hall
Walked on down the hall He said "mother" "Father, I want to kill you" "Mother I want to cook you breakfest I want to cook you breakfest, mother Mother, I wanna cook you breakfest Then I wanna, I wanna borrow the car Then I wanna borrow the car Then I wanna" Trying to make a woman match your moves And I'm sharing in the weekapaug groove Trying to make a woman match your moves And I'm sharing in the weekapaug groove Trying to make a woman match your moves And I'm sharing in the weekapaug groove |
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INTRODUCTION
Wilson Wilson Wilson Wilson Wilson Once upon a time there was a mountain that rose out of a vast green forest. And in the forest there were birds and lakes and rocks and trees and rivers. The forest was also inhabited by a small group of people called the lizards. The lizards were a simple people and they had lived in the forest undisturbed for thousands of years in utter peace and tranquillity. Once a year when spring came, and the first blossoms began to show, the lizards would gather at the base of the mountain, to give thanks for all that they had. They thanked the birds and they thanked the lakes and they thanked the rocks and the trees and the rivers; but most importantly, they thanked Icculus. Icculus lived at the top of the mountain, or at least everyone thought so, for no one had actually ever seen him. But they knew he existed, because they had the Helping Friendly Book. Icculus had given the Helping Friendly Book to the Lizards thousands of years earlier as a gift. It contained all of the knowledge inherent in the universe, and had enabled the Lizards to exist in harmony with nature for years. And so they lived; until one day a traveler arrived in Gamehendge. His name was Wilson and he quickly became intrigued by the Lizards way of life. He asked if he could stay on and live in the forest; and the Lizards, who had never seen an outsider, were happy to oblige. Wilson lived with the Lizards for a few years, studying the ways of the Helping Friendly Book, and all was well. Until one morning when they awoke and the book was gone. Wilson explained that he had hidden the book, knowing that the Lizards had become dependent on it for survival. He declared himself king and enslaved the innocent people of Gamehendge. He cut down the trees and built a city, which he called Prussia. And in the center of the city he built a castle, and locked in the highest tower of the castle lay the Helping Friendly Book out of the reach of the Lizards forever. But our story begins at a different time, not in Gamehendge, but on a suburban street in Long Island, and our hero is no king sitting in a castle, he is a retired colonel shaving in his bathroom. Colonel Forbin looked square in the mirror and dragged the blade across his cold creamed skin. He saw the tired little folds of flesh that lay in a heap beneath his eyes. Fifty-two years of obedient self-restraint, of hiding his tension behind a serene veil of composure. For fifty-two years he had piled it all on the back burner, and for fifty-two years it had boiled, frothing over in a turbulent storm inside of him. It had escaped through his eyes, reacting with the cigarette smoke and the fluorescent lights and slowly accumulating into a sagging mass. He ran his dripping palm across the stubble on the nape of his neck and thought again about the door. He had discovered the door some months back on one of his ritualistic morning walks with his dog McGrupp. It had started out as a typical stroll with McGrupp bounding joyously ahead of the preoccupied colonel. As they reached the apex of the hill, he saw it and he knew it had always been there, and felt foolish for overlooking the door for so long. At first, he tried to ignore it, but he soon found that it was impossible, and slowly his newly acquired knowledge transformed his dreary life into a prison from which there was only one escape. And on this morning, Colonel Forbin stepped through the door... |
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INTRODUCTION
Wilson Wilson Wilson Wilson Wilson Once upon a time there was a mountain that rose out of a vast green forest. And in the forest there were birds and lakes and rocks and trees and rivers. The forest was also inhabited by a small group of people called the lizards. The lizards were a simple people and they had lived in the forest undisturbed for thousands of years in utter peace and tranquillity. Once a year when spring came, and the first blossoms began to show, the lizards would gather at the base of the mountain, to give thanks for all that they had. They thanked the birds and they thanked the lakes and they thanked the rocks and the trees and the rivers; but most importantly, they thanked Icculus. Icculus lived at the top of the mountain, or at least everyone thought so, for no one had actually ever seen him. But they knew he existed, because they had the Helping Friendly Book. Icculus had given the Helping Friendly Book to the Lizards thousands of years earlier as a gift. It contained all of the knowledge inherent in the universe, and had enabled the Lizards to exist in harmony with nature for years. And so they lived; until one day a traveler arrived in Gamehendge. His name was Wilson and he quickly became intrigued by the Lizards way of life. He asked if he could stay on and live in the forest; and the Lizards, who had never seen an outsider, were happy to oblige. Wilson lived with the Lizards for a few years, studying the ways of the Helping Friendly Book, and all was well. Until one morning when they awoke and the book was gone. Wilson explained that he had hidden the book, knowing that the Lizards had become dependent on it for survival. He declared himself king and enslaved the innocent people of Gamehendge. He cut down the trees and built a city, which he called Prussia. And in the center of the city he built a castle, and locked in the highest tower of the castle lay the Helping Friendly Book out of the reach of the Lizards forever. But our story begins at a different time, not in Gamehendge, but on a suburban street in Long Island, and our hero is no king sitting in a castle, he is a retired colonel shaving in his bathroom. Colonel Forbin looked square in the mirror and dragged the blade across his cold creamed skin. He saw the tired little folds of flesh that lay in a heap beneath his eyes. Fifty-two years of obedient self-restraint, of hiding his tension behind a serene veil of composure. For fifty-two years he had piled it all on the back burner, and for fifty-two years it had boiled, frothing over in a turbulent storm inside of him. It had escaped through his eyes, reacting with the cigarette smoke and the fluorescent lights and slowly accumulating into a sagging mass. He ran his dripping palm across the stubble on the nape of his neck and thought again about the door. He had discovered the door some months back on one of his ritualistic morning walks with his dog McGrupp. It had started out as a typical stroll with McGrupp bounding joyously ahead of the preoccupied colonel. As they reached the apex of the hill, he saw it and he knew it had always been there, and felt foolish for overlooking the door for so long. At first, he tried to ignore it, but he soon found that it was impossible, and slowly his newly acquired knowledge transformed his dreary life into a prison from which there was only one escape. And on this morning, Colonel Forbin stepped through the door... |
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Fluffhead was a man
With a horrible disease Could not find no cure Wont'cha help him if you please Fluffhead Fluffhead Fluff came to the door Asking me for change His eyes were clear and pure But his mind was so deranged Fluffhead Fluffhead Fluff went to a banker Asking for some bills The banker said 'I aint got that, But I sure got some powerful pills' Fluffhead Fluffhead |
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My sweet one, I'll call you my sweet one
You're my only true sweet one With my all, I'll call you my sweet one )From far away, I'll say your name Oh with you, I'd travel thick And with you, I'd also travel thin And all the spaces in between I'd travel with you You're my sweet one But for now I must sit jail here and ponder the yonder Herbivores ate well cause their food didn't never run Oh, if You're ever unsatisfied with the way life's treating You You know You can count on me to take good care of You I love you honey oh yes I do You know that's true of course and if your dog or cat ever dies, I'll buy You a Ewe |
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