IT WAS A WEEKEND'S EVE. I HAD A SEX ON MY BREATH I WAS LOOKIN' FOR SOMETHIN'TO SEE. WITH A BORROWED BLACK LEATHER AND MY BEST FISHIN' HAT. WELL IT WAS JUST WENDY O.AND ME. WE CALLED OLD SWAMP UP ON THE TELEPHONE AND SAID WE WAS COMMIN' ON DOWN TO PICK HIM UP AND THEN, HE SAID, "HEY SNAPPY, ME AND GREENY'LL COME ALONG. BUT ONLY IF WE CAN BRING A FRIEND." "HIS NAME IS HAROLD." I SAID, "OKAY." NOW, WE HAD A SWAMPER, GREENY, WENDY O. STANLEY, HAROLD OF THE ROCKS AND ME. WE HOPPED INTO MY DART AND HEADED FOR THE NIGHTBREAK TO SEE A MAN THEY CALL SCHOOLY D. HAROLD HE'S FRIENDLY GUY. HE RAMBLES ON AND ON. HE'LL TALK THE BALLS OFF A RHINOSAURUS. FACT IS HE JUST DOESN'T MAKE MUCH SENSE. WELL STAN SAID " THIS GUY'S PRETTY BIZARRE GUS." I SAW HAROLD AT A PARTY TROUZY THREW LATE ONE NIGHT. I SAID,"HEY MAN, DO YOU REMEMBER ME?" HE SAID "O" COURSE I DO SNAPDAD AND LET ME TELL YA RIGHT 'BOUT NOW I'M LIT UP LKE AN OL' CHRISTMAS TREE" "HEY BRO YOU KNOW I'D LIKE TO THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN FOR LET'N ME HANG WITH YA'ALL ACROSS THE BAY WHEN I LOOK BACK AT THAT NIGHT I GET ME A WARM SPOT ACROSS MY HEART. THEN HE SHOOK MY HAND, AND WALKED AWAY. THAT'S THE LAST I SEEN OF HAROLD. HAROLD OF THE ROCKS SO IN THE END. SWAMPER AND GREENY FINALLY SUCCUMB TO THE WAYS OF HAROLD. AND IN DOING SO EACH GAVE JUST A LITTLE BIT OF HIS SOUL AWAY. WAHT A COUPLE OF DUMBSHITS.
Mrs Blaileen - she was a sixth grade teacher And she controlled the children By using humiliation The target always seemed to be Donny He was a bit slower than the others When he was quite young His mother died at the kitchen table While choking on some food The fashion of the day Was bleach and tied Levi's Donny decided to make some, But he didn't know to rinse them So he came to school a reekin' Bleach stenched filled the classroom Mrs. Blaileen began to chastise She made him feel like an asshole Two feet small
Oh what a lonely boy
Don and Ronald They always stuck together For they were a bit different than the others And they were as tight as brothers Then Ronald moved away Now Steven He was year or two younger And he really thought he was something He liked to harass other children Or anyone he found outnumbered.
Alone Don walks from fishing Steven and his friend they stop him They took his hat and they taunt him, Pimp-slap him with a newspaper Don lunged forward with his fish knife Then ran all the way home weeping He gave his knife to his father and Said "I think I hurt Steve"
Del Davis sold a Christmas tree Stood up to 8 feet tall Season was lookin' mighty thin He'd hoped to sell 'em all Here he comes with a dollar in his hand Represents the epitomized man
The boy liked rock 'n' roll Seemed that's the way he paid his way With the help of Del and them "Doogs" There's a bit more joy this holiday
Said Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat. Many a fat alley rat had met its demise while staring point blank down the cavernous barrel of this awesome prowling machine. Truly a wonder of nature this urban predator. Tommy the cat had many a story to tell, But it was a rare occasion such as this that he did. She came slidin' down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot biscuit. The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in even the oldest of Tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days. The sight was beyond belief. Many a head snapped for double - even triple - takes as this vivacious feline made her her way into the delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the young tabbys were known to hang out. They hung in droves. Such a multitude of masculinity could only be found in one place... And that was O'malley's Alley. The air was thick with cat calls (no pun intended), But not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into the heart of the alleyway. She knew what she wanted. She was lookin' for that stud bull, the he cat. And that was me. Tommy the Cat is my name and I say unto thee... Say baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side Ah baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby?...Say baby
Through the door it slithers in, Accompanied by it's peers. Always groveling for attention, While no one really hears. In it's mind it's full of wit And quite the social king. It plants itself among the rest, To give it's deadly sting.
It's just a matter of opinion.
Further now there's a man of taste. Of talent and precision. To work and strive at his artform. Has been his life's decision. The stage is set. the perfect show Is put before the mass. Only to be ridiculed By some slimy, pompous ass.
When I woke up this mornin' I felt a pang. I was hungerin' for some apple pie. Stumble in the bathroom, hung my hog a little bit. Washed the sleep out of my eye. Oh yeah, it's gonna be a fine day. Scratched myself a bit. Poured me out a bowl-a corn chex. Closest thing I could find to apple pie. Lingerin' taste of toothpaste Made the milk go down a bit funny. But you know, them chex they do satisfy. Oh yeah, this'll be a fine day. So, after my mornin' rise-n-shine and eat-n-clean. Had my mind set to hit them streets. Drizzle from the night left cold puddles out. Had my black stomp-boots on my feet. It's my day.
Since I was in kneepants my pop had tried to make me realize. If I set my mind down to it I could be a big man in the public eye. So with my big blue collar on, I set out to find the easy way. What an Ice cold bath it was when I found you had to pay to play. To taste the taste it's a tease that never would subside. The taste is strong but soured by my learned eyes. Well, if a woodchuck could chuck wood, He'd get down on his knees to pray. This little snappy boy might see The light this ground hog's day.
TOO MANY PUPPIES ARE BEING SHOT IN THE DARK. TOO MANY PUPPIES ARE TRAINED NOT TO BARK. AT THE SIGHT OF BLOOD THAT MUST BE SPILLED SO THAT WE MAY MAINTAIN OUR OIL FIELDS. TOO MANY PUPPIES. TOO MANY PUPPIES ARE TAUGHT TO KILL. ON THE COMMAND OF MEN WEARING MONEY BELTS THAT BUY MISTRESSES SLEEK ANIMAL PELTS. TOO MANY PUPPIES.
TOO MANY PUPPIES WITH GUNS IN THEIR HANDS. TOO MANY PUPPIES IN FOREIGN LANDS. ARE DRESSED UP SHARP IN SUIT OF GREEN AND PLACED UPON THE WAR MACHINE. TOO MANY PUPPIES ARE JUST LIKE ME. TOO MANY PUPPIES ARE AFRAID TO SEE. THE VISIONS OF THE PAST BROUGHT TO LIFE AGAIN. TOO MANY PUPPIES. TOO MANY DEAD MEN.
Come on here, dear boy, have a cigar You're gonna go far, fly high You're never gonna die, you're gonna make it if you try; they're gonna love you Well I've always had a deep respect and I mean that most sincerely The band is just fantastic, that is really what I think Oh by the way, which one's Pink? And did we tell you the name of the game, boy, we call it riding the Gravy Train We're just knocked out, We heard about the sell out You gotta get an album out You owe it to the people. We're so happy we can hardly count Everybody else is just green, have you seen the chart It's a hell of a start, it could be made into a monster if we all pull together as a team And did we tell you the name of the game, boy we call it Riding the Gravy Train
