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1. "Pork Chop's Little Ditty" 0:21
2. "My Name Is Mud" 4:48
3. "Welcome to This World" 3:40
4. "Bob" 4:40
5. "DMV" 4:58
6. "The Ol' Diamondback Sturgeon (Fisherman's Chronicles, Part 3)" 4:39
7. "Nature Boy" 5:35
8. "Wounded Knee" 2:25

In a town in southernmost Sicily
Lived a family too proud to be poor
In the year that fever took father away
They hastened for American shores
Now a mother and her son are standing in line
It's a cold day on Ellis Isle
And they look to the Statue of Liberty
For the boy we have American Life

Amos Moses was a Cajun.
And lived by himself in the swamp
Hunting alligator for a living.
Knock 'em on the head with a stump
The Louisiana law's gonna get you, Amos
It ain't legal hunting alligator down in the swamp, boy

Now everybody blamed his old man

The man he stepped up to the microphone and he gave it a kiss.
It was a big wet, slippery kiss.
And he had sweat dripping off of his nose onto the windscreen.
As he looked out over the audience he said,
God bless you, God bless you one and all.
Then he took a can of Ronson lighter fluid
And he squirted it over the top of his head.
And proceeded to light himself on fire

I had a friend that took a belt, took a belt and hung himself
Hung himself in the doorway of the apartment where he lived
His woman and his little bro came home from the grocery store
Only to find him dangling in the apartment where he lived

I had a friend who shaved his head
Put his Doctor Martins on
And drew such wondrous pictures in the apartment where he lived

He's standin' tall at 5 foot 4,
With the sharpness of a troubadour.
I dare you look him in the eye.
His stench would make a buzzard cry.

He likes burt in white lightning.
Camelback cinema.

Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew
Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two
The candy man, the candy man can
The candy man can 'cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good

Who can take a rainbow, wrap it in a sigh
Soak it in the sun and make a strawberry–lemon pie

He wasn't lookin' for fanfare or fame
but it all came around just the same.
He then met a girl with desire in her eye,
he gave her love, she took his name.

The times they were good, the times they were bad,
most times it was just in between.
The hard pill he swallowed was the times that they had,

Went down to coddingtown to buy for lucky dog.
Moved on up to sono-co to clear my head of smog.
People round town they all line up to buy them chevrolets.
But me i talked to the mopar man, been talkin' now for days.

I went down to coddingtown, it seemed the thing to do.
You can get it all down there, from tennis balls to glue.
Standin' up in the old smoke shop, met a girl named honey pie.

Oh I can still remember
Jenny hernando
She was my little lovely one
When I was seventeen.
I remember the day that she
Gave me her viriginity
And then she gave it to everyone
In our vicinity.

The devil went down to Georgia
He was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind
And he was willing to make a deal

When he came across this young man
Sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump

I've been to hell. I spell it...I spell it DMV
Anyone that's been there knows precisely what I mean
Stood there and I've waited and choked back the urge to scream
And if I had my druthers I'd screw a chimpanzee-call it pointless

When I need relief I spell it THC
Perhpas you may know vaguely what I mean
I sit back and smoke away huge chunks of memory

I am the plan,I am the man
who tells you what and when you can.
I'm the old one that torments you.
I am the voice that tells you to:

"Don't get caught with your fingers in my pie.
Mess with me and boy you're surely gonna' die.
If ever you're in doubt about who or where I am.

They found James Ambrose dead in his cell,
A gaping gash in his arm had drained him down to hell.
No one knew for sure if Ambrose was his name.
They called him Yankee Sullivan in early days of fame.
He'd known the game of fisticuffs had always treated him right .
But no one knew the men who came and took his life that night

He'd spent some time in botany bay atoning for his sins.

Hello all you boys and girls.
I'd like to take you to the inside world.
It's quite an irregular place to be.
But never fear you're safe with me.
Well, maybe.
Golden hair of macrame'
Against the face that's cut from stone.
The white porcelain is screaming ayee

1. «To Defy the Laws of Tradition» 6:41
2. «Groundhog's Day» 4:58
3. «Too Many Puppies» 3:57
4. «Mr. Knowitall» 3:51
5. «Frizzle Fry» 6:05
6. «John the Fisherman» 3:37
7. «You Can't Kill Michael Malloy» 0:26
8. «The Toys Go Winding Down» 4:35

(Goin' Down To South Park)

Les Claypool: I'm goin' down to South Park, gonna have myself a time

Stan, Kyle: Friendly faces everywhere, humble folks without temptation

Les: Goin' down to South Park, gonna leave my woes behind...

Slice me up a big slab of that sympathetic cheer
If I'm zapped with radiation they say I'll last another year

Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow

My hands are full of protein, my arms are made of fire
If you're calling me a diplomat, I'll be calling you a liar

Slice me up a big slab of that sympathetic cheer
If I'm zapped with radiation they say I'll last another year

Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow

My hands are full of protein, my arms are made of fire
If you're calling me a diplomat, I'll be calling you a liar

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.

It was a weekend's eve,
I had 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

Come in 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 of the town you are the talk,
but who the hell's this guy they call Bob Cock?"
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
We call it Riding the Gravy Train.

Here they come
Here come the bastards
I heard it from a confident -
Who heard it form a confidant
They're definately on their way
There's one with this idea
Something about a hammer head shark
Nosehairs and flatus

How bout one of them footlong sandwiches
Got some tasty cola round here

Wow, look at that Chevy go
She's faster than greased up lightnin'

Soda pops and pimple cream
Will proudly kick you down the green

Gooses, geeses
I want my geese to lay gold eggs for easter
At least a hundred a day
And by the way

I want a feast
I want a bean feast
Cream buns and doughnuts

Intruder

I know something about opening windows and doors
I know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors
I know where to find precious things in all your cupboards and drawers
Slipping the clippers
Slipping the clippers through the telephone wires
The sense of isolation inspires

Fire her up man

Jerry was a race car driver, he drove so god damned fast
He never did win no checkered flags but he never did come in last
Jerry was a race car driver, he'd say "El solo number one"
With a bocephus sticker on his 442, he'd light 'em up just for fun

Captain Pierce was a fireman, Richmond engine number three

When he was young you'd not find him doing well in school.
His mind would turn unto the waters.
Always the focus of adolescent ridicule,
He has no time for farmer's daughters.
Alienated from the clique society,
A lonely boy finds peace in fishing.
His mother says "John this is not the way life's supposed to be."
"Don't you see the life that you are missing?"

A B C D E F G H I gotta' gal wears her toenails long
Drives a red barracuda, singin' meat packer songs
And she ain't from Kalamazoo

A B C D E F G H I gotta' friend lived in a mercedes-benz
Then a 55 chrysler where the trunk never ends
And the plates say Kalamazoo

"Lacquer Head"

Sometimes bored and sometimes lonely
Pimple faced and rather homely
He wasn't much for socializin'
The TV kept a mesmerizin'

In one ear and out the other

Got a classic Red Ryder at Rocky Camp
Out in ol' Hat Creek
Lookin' for jaybirds left and right
Try and knock 'em up out the tree
Everybody I know's watchin' Clint
They all like watchin' Clint

All the little snypes want to be like Clint

Todo esse tempo
Que estamos aqui juntos
Vivendo lado a lado
Buscando o melhor de nós

Alegrias entre amigos
Brigas em segredos
As vezes sei que não mereço

The best of times, the worst of times,
the times you can't ignore.
Sometimes you bite the bullet
and flip flop on the floor.

They tell you where to go,
and they tell you what to do.
They set your face on fire

I once had an ice cube,
Pretty little ice cube
Now it's gone
Now it's gone

Her name was Mary,
Pretty little ice cube
Now she's gone

A few errors by Les, but this is what he sings:

Me llamo mud, no lo confundes con bill o jack o pete o dennis, es mi nombre y siempre lo ha sido, porque soy el bastardo mas aburrido y usted ya mas ha visto, y me visto de azul, azul marino que siempre (???) menos mis zapatos de charol, los hago brillar, pues casi siempre, menos hoy mis pies se arrestran (???) por este amigo mio, es sies pies alto y muy grosero tengo que enterrarlo antes que empiece a oler, me llamo mud…me llamo mud

Me llamo mud, pero llamame Alowishus Devadander Abercrombie es mi apodo, es lo que han dicho, dicho por este guey que estas hinchado enfrente de mi hinchado y azul, tengo mi orgullo, tomo mi vino, bebere lo mas vino excepto que en varios meses no he ganado ningun centavo o quizas son anos, el aliento de este bastardo gordo la podria traer a lagrimas, tuvimos palabras un pleito comun, entonces, bese la cabeza con la pata de beisbol de aluminio, me llamo mud…..a donde van el chico de la ciudad…

Bang-da-Bang-Bang-Bang Bang

She feeds her face with cheddar balls
As my brain cells start to pop
She licks her fingers, stares away
Her IQ slowly drops
I pry my eyes as best I can
From that big electric stain

Hello Mr. Krinkle
How are you today?
Seems the rumors are about
your team might move away
Now, me I'm sentimental
But I'm not one to cry

Say there Mr. Krinkle

My friend Fats, he's a hell of a guy
Let me tell you why
He's the epitome of neighbourly

My friend Fats, he's a hell of a guy
Let me tell y'all why
He drips personality

My name is Mud
Not to be confused with Bill
Or Jack or Pete or Dennis
My name is mud and it's always been
'Cause I'm the most boring sons-a-bitch you've ever seen
I dress in blue-yes navy blue
From head to toe I'm rather drab except my patent shoes
I make 'em shine, well most the time

They headed southward from san francisco,
To be with chuckles and the others.
With electric in the air and peroxide in their hair,
They looked like golden brothers.
They drove a datsun, an automatic,
The radio blaring static,
He made a face into the light and burst out laughing at the sight.
The hysteria ensuing would dominate the night.

They broke out in laughter again
His lip beaded with sweat as they strapped him in
And he stood by and waited to be called

The talk was of times that'd gone by
And the quantity and quality of women they lie
His eyes welled with wet and his mouth had gone dry

I ain't one for poetry, aint' one for prose. ain't one for the scent of a sping-time rose.
But the is one face that I do know, I sure get a kick out of that beavis and butt-head show.

Other day I turn my tv on, and guess what I do see?
Two crazy-ass cartoon sunsabitches staring on back at me.
Said what the hell's this, and ler said boy, dont' you know?
The whole world's gone crazy over that there beavis and butt-head show.

Now listen up you know ya come home from working that nine to five and
lay yourself down on burgundy couch, you know, it never really was
burgundy. It was red, and you painted with the goddamn sprinkler and
now you have bits and pieces of burgundy stuck to your but every time
you get off of it. You never tell your family, you never tell your
family because, you know, ol' Junior, he's got no brains, and what can
you do? What can you do? (And old Junior, you know, got a little crazy
with that P.B.J. that one day...??)

Pass the pen there Billy Bob, I'll write us up a song.
Or perhaps I'll pen a sonnet, if the melody sits all wrong.
Hand me down a crayon, and I'll draw a mighty oak.
'Cause of all my brother Masons, I'm the quickest with a joke.

Catch me in the right light, you'll see my shapes shaped to please.
And if I shank my trousers down, I'm hung just above the knees.

You can have a lolly pop
A candy bar, a jelly bean
I'll buy you a rainbow to hang above your door

It's pudding time

Laughter is a sweet you can't put a price on
When laughter's all gone, Daddy won't buy you more

Sgt. Baker is my name
I'm gonna teach you how to play the game
of warfare
Suddenly it appears to me
You got a bit much dignity
For your own good, boy
Yes sir, yes sir.

There's a time for lies and a time for truth
I say, eye for an eye, eye for a tooth

It's nice

When I roamed young I'd scavenge around
Every nook and cranny of our little town

Going down to South Park, gonna have myself a time.
Friendly faces everywhere, humble folks without temptation.
Going down to South Park gonna leave my woes behind,
Ample parking day or night, people shouting: «Howdy, neighbour!»
Headin' up to South Park gonna see if I can't unwind,
I like girls with big fat titties, I like girls with big vaginas!
So come on down to South Park and meet some friends o'mine!

I'm goin' down to South Park gonna have myself a time,
(Kyle + Stan) Friendly faces everwhere humble folks without temptation,
I'm goin' down to South Park gonna leave my woes behind,
(Cartman) Ample Parking Day or Night, people spouting, "Howdy, Neighbor"
I'm headin' down to South Park gonna see if I can't unwind,
(Kenny) I like girls with big vagina, I like girls with big fat titties
So come on down to South Park, and meet some friends of mine.

Ahhhh
Quite a suprise
What an ingenious device
Boredom encompasses my time
I don't know what I should do

Southbound Pachyderm

Why do we do this C.G. and I?
Every night vegetables...
Minds numbed up by T.H.C.
I've got my pen, C.G. the remote.

Laurel and Hardy's the best bet at 4 A.M. on a Friday.
No dreads about the working day after though.
Funny thing about weekends when you're unemployed.

The Earth it did crack open on the day
that I was born and a thousand merry
pranksters came dancin' through the storm.

I lay cradle bound a howlin' out my mind
not knowin' years to come I'd be shoutin'
over din

The old diamondback sturgeon came swimmin' along
Minding his business one day
Rooting and sniffing and urging to spawn
In the mud flats of San Pablo Bay

A scent came around so he followed his snout
He found what was to his surprise
A golden morsel, a tidbit, a tight bunch of grass shrimp

Messenger of Fear in sight
Dark deception kills the light

Hybrid children watch the sea
Pray for Father, roaming free

fearless Wretch
insanity

I've seen them out at Soco
They're pounding sixteen penny nails
The truckers on the interstate
Have been known to ride the rails
The sweat is beating on the brow
Can't keep these fellas down
'Cause those damned blue-collared tweekers
Are runnin' this here town

What if Christmas didn't come this year
and no one paid for Christmas cheer?
Who would cry the biggest tear,
the child or the store?
Why do brides wear virgin white?
Most do not deserve that right.
But to choose a color of their delight
would surely bring on the frowns.

"I remember as it were a meal ago"

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.

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 spille dso that
We may maintain our oil fields.
Too many puppies
Too many puppies are taught to heal.
Too many puppies are trained to kill.
On the command of men wearing money belts that buy

Tragedy's A' Comin'
And I cannot step aside
No I cannot step aside
There's no place to run and hide
Tragedy's A' Comin'
And I cannot step aside
No I cannot step aside
Damn my bastard pride

Oh, welcome to this world of fools
Of pink champagne and swimming pools
Well, all you have to lose is your virginity
Perhaps we'll have some fun tonight
So stick around and take a bite of life
We don't need feebleness in this proximity

Ask good MacDuff and Donalbain, so many good ideas are slain

Wynona's got herself a big brown beaver
and she shows it off to all her friends.
One day, you know, that beaver tried to leave her,
So she caged him up with cyclone fence.
Along came Lou with the old baboon
And said "Recognize that smell?"
"Smells like seven layers,
That beaver eats Taco Bell."

Припев
Прожигаю свой день как хочу
я лечу сквозь эти тучи я кручусь
не стать скучным среди этой кучи
я кричу быть собой так круче

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