Les Claypool and the Holy Mackerel все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
- George E. Porge
All the time talking 'bout the inspiration
Best leave off about the rhyme
Along comes a boy
He's filled with adulation
Speculates if now is not the time
She was known to take a drop or two
in the morning
- Hendershot
Lonely, lonely boy they called him Lucy, Mama's little man,
And she calls him Hendershot.
(his mama calls him Hendershot)
Be seen and not be heard, they told him, he grew into a big man they
call Hendershot.
(They always call him Hendershot)
- Precipitation
There are stories of pleasure, there are stories of pain
But the gods torment me with slabs of rain
It started on a Thursday and went a double fortnight
And Junior read Stern by the pilot light
He ate more cheese than time allowed
So we stood him up sharp, we stood him up proud
And they looked at him funny, but they looked at him twice
Undressing with the eyeballs, verbal lashing him with spice