1.Asshole From El Paso
(chinga chavin, kenny snakebite§ jacobs)
We don't have no lovin's in el paso
We don't go to porno picture shows
We don't swap our wives with our neighbors
And we keep our kids away from mexico.
And i'm proud to be an asshole from el paso
A place where sweet young virgins are deflowered.
You walk down the street knee-deep in tacos
Ta-ta-ta-tacos
And the wetbacks still get twenty cents an hour.
We don't wipe our asses on old glory,
God and lone star beer are things we trust.
We keep our women virgins till they're married
So hosin' sheep is good enough for us.
And i'm proud to be an asshole from el paso
A place where sweet young virgins are deflowered.
You walk down the street knee-deep in tacos
Ta-ta-ta-tacos
And the wetbacks still get twenty cents an hour.
I'm proud to be an asshole from el paso
A place where sweet young virgins are deflowered.
You walk down that street knee-deep in tacos
Ta-ta-ta-tacos
And the wetbacks still get twenty cents an hour
2.Flyin' Down The Freeway
(kinky friedman)
Well, it's retro rocket time inside my attic
I'm all wrapped up in the flag to keep me warm
Got my brain locked in the cruise-o-matic
Rollin' ronnie reagan in suppository form
Flyin' down the freeway
Jettin' down to l.a., it sets me free
Going back to nature in my jew canoe
Flyin' down the freeway all the way with you
I'll tell the maharishi that i've seen ya
I'm a-travelin' east until i know i'm free
I'll take the midnight flight to british guinea
Ain't nobody casting asparagus on me
Flyin' down the freeway
Jettin' down to l.a., it sets me free
Going back to nature in my jew canoe
Flyin' down the freeway all the way with you
I'll get a mule and be a flat land farmer
Grow a little bumper crop of grass
In hollywood i'll total my karma
I'm gonna cast my seed upon the ground
Gonna covet my neighbor's ass
I'm flyin' down the freeway
Jettin' down to l.a., it sets me free
Going back to nature in my jew canoe
Flyin' down the freeway all the way with you
Well, past the pipe of peace in our abode
Buried in the ruins of mexico
We'll dip some snuff in mainline guacamole
We'll listen to the opry upon the radio
Flyin' down the freeway
Jettin' down to l.a., it sets me free
Going back to nashville in my jew canoe
Flyin' down the freeway all the way with you
3.High On Jesus
(kinky friedman)
Walking down division street
I happened on to meet
A stranger with a package in his hand.
He said, mister, if you follow me
Rainbow colors you will see,
I'll take your head into the promised land.§
friend, i don't need your stuff,
My jesus is enough.
You see them colors bright,
Why can't you see the light ？§
Let's get high on jesus, high on jesus,
I believe that he was here in town.
Flying high on jesus, high on jesus,
I'm so high i'm never coming down.
One man buys a nickel sack,
Another buys a cadillac,
They both think they will drive their cares away.
But neither thinks to lend a hand
To help his struggling fellow man,
They'd better buy their tickets now for judgment day.
Oh, friend, let's try to score
For peace and not for war,
For love and not for hate
Before it gets too late.
Let's get high on jesus, high on jesus,
Ain't you ever heard the nashville sound ？
Flying high on jesus, high on jesus,
I guess, my friend, the lord still gets around.
An angry mob confronted me
By the university,
down with this and down with that§ they cried.
A burning bottle in his hand,
A long-haired youth screamed, come on, man,
The conscience of america has died!§
friend, i don't get my kicks
Starting fires and throwing bricks,
I pray someday you find
The gentle reason i'm
So high on jesus, high on jesus,
They tried to put his body under ground.
Flashing high on jesus, high on jesus,
But friend, you just can't keep the good man down.§
Oh, let's get high on jesus, high on jesus,
They tried to put his body under ground.
Flashing high on jesus, high on jesus,
But friend, you just can't keep the good man down.
4.Highway Caf？
Lyrics：Kinky Friedman
Music：Kinky Friedman
She was only a waitress in a highway caf？Poured coffee from dusk
until dawn
But she was heart broken twenty-four hours a day
For she longed for her trucker who'd gone.
i'll make you the corned beef on rye§
She'd sing with a gleam in her eye.
The headlights were burning,
The big wheels were turning,
Her sweetheart would come bye and bye.
When he'd park his great semi off route 64
She'd blush with a sweet little sigh,
For at half past eleven he'd walk in the door
And he'd order her corned beef on rye.
i'll make you the corned beef on rye§
She'd sing with a gleam in her eye.
The jukebox was blarin';
His soft eyes were starin',
The corned beef would come bye and bye.
All the drivers remember that night, so they say,
She'd said her farewells to them all,
But when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve
Her suitcase still stood in the hall.
And the hours passed by even as the trucks passed by out on the
highway
And then two grim highway patrolmen came into the place,
Shook the rain from their hats and as the poor girl
Brought them their coffee, she overheard the words that they
said.
oh curly, did you see that old diesel flattened out like your
damned nose up by the predicament tonight ？§
well, d'you know, he jack-knifed that son of a bitch slicker
than owl shit!§
now gimme a little joe over here, honey.§
hey man, you don't suppose that he had a little ol' hog waitin'
on down the line somewhere, do you ？§
oh, oh, oh, hell, curly, don't you know that them truckers they
got to take up a little filly at every, every caf？from here to
las cruces!
eh, eh. yeah, don't they! ah ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah ..§
ah ah ah ah ah, he he he he he ...§
Now there is a small truck-stop on route 64
If you happen to be passin' by,
But there's a trucker who never stops in anymore
And a waitress who wished she knew why.
i'll make you the corned beef on rye§
She sings with a tear in her eye.
And as her dark eyes are glistening
There's someone who's listening
In that highway caf？in the sky.
i'll make you the corned beef on rye§
She sings with a tear in her eye.
And as her dark eyes are glistening
There's someone who's listening
In that highway caf？in the sky.
i'll make you the corned beef on rye§
She sings with a tear in her eye.
And as her dark eyes are glistening
There's someone who's listening
In that highway caf？in the sky.
i'll make you the corned beef on rye§ ...
5.Homo Erectus
(kinky friedman ＆ panama red)
I left barber college
Searchin' for knowledge,
Went to the university.
I must confess, sir
This lady professor
She turned me on to anthropology.
Now i'm a homo erectus
Got to connect this
Bone that i discovered yesterday.
Tyrannosaurus
Lived in the forest,
Died because its heart got in the way.
Dear doctor howard
Come down from your tower
And join me for lunch at the y§.
Although you're thirty
I still think you're pretty
Let's give it that good ole college try.
＆cause i'm a homo erectus
Got to connect this
Bone that i discovered yesterday.
Tyrannosaurus
Lived in the forest,
Died because its heart got in the way.
Ok!
Hey jomo kenyatta
No, no, you're not a
Australopithecine boogieman.
It's took us a jillion
But we're all still here, been
Boogeyin' since boogeyin' began.
And i'm a homo erectus
Got to connect this
Bone that i discovered yesterday.
Tyrannosaurus
Lived in the forest,
Died because its heart got in the way.
You know i'm a homo erectus
Got to connect this
Bone that i discovered yesterday.
Tyrannosaurus lived in the forest,
Died because its heart got in the way.
You know that i'm a homo erectus
Got to connect this
Bone that i discovered yesterday.
Tyrannosaurus
Lived in the forest,
Died because its heart got in the way.
I'm but a homo erectus
Got to connect this
Bone that i discovered yesterday.
Tyrannosaurus
Lived in the forest,
Died because its heart got in the way.
Watch out for homo erectus ...
6.Men's Room, L.a.
(buck fowler)
I saw a picture yesterday
In a men's room near l.a.
Lying on the floor beside the throne.
Had i not recognized the cross
I might have failed to know the boss,
I thought, lord, you look neglected and alone.§
I picked it up with lovin' care,
I wondered who had placed it there,
When l saw there was no paper on the roll.
I said, lord, what would you do
If you were me and i was you,
Take a chance, save your pants or your soul ？§
Then a voice said,
kinky, it's jesus here, you know that i ain't no square.
Well, i've got these pictures of me,
I mean statues, you know they're everywhere.
Well, i may seem i come from liverpool,
And then on the other hand i may come from france,
But if you don't get off that toilet, well i'm just gonna have
to dance.§
I saw a picture yesterday in a men's room near l.a.
7.Nashville Casualty And Life
(kinky friedman)
In faded gabardine he used to stand
Down by the union station with that ol' hat in his hand.
A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin' rag-time saint.
The young folks called him beautiful, the old folks called him
quaint.
And the station-master pointed to the sign
And they busted him for loiterin' when he was makin' memories
rhyme.
Out in the falling snow he'd sing his song
To a world too cold to listen and too white to sing along.
Just a nashville casualty and life
Done left him without a dime.
Ever since the good lord took his wife
You'll find him strummin' on the corner all the time.
And most of music city never the saw the world within the song
Of a nashville casualty and life goes on.
In the attic sets a dusty hat and cane
And the kids they found a banjo there all rusted from the rain.
I strummed a little rusty rag-time beat
And i sang for every soul out on the street.
I could almost see him standin' in the rain
His black and blinded face reflectin' all the pain
Of all the years and people passin' by
And all the ringin' memories that can make a banjo cry.
Just a nashville casualty and life
It's a riff that's hell to play.
You sings for your livin' in the street
And you sleeps in the back of some caf？And most of music city
never sees the world within the song
Of a nashville casualty and life goes on.
8.Ol' Ben Lucas
(kinky friedman)
Ol' ben lucas had a lot of mucus
Comin' right out of his nose.
He picked and picked till it made you sick
But back again it grows.
Well, ol' ben lucas had a lot of mucus
Comin' right out of his nose.
He picked and picked till it made you sick,
But back again it grows.
When it's cotton picking time in texas,
Boys, it's booger picking time for ben.
He'd raise that finger mean and hostile
Stick it in that waitin' nostril,
Here he comes with a green one once again.
All right, pick it, eric!
Ol' ben lucas had a lot of mucus
Comin' right out of his nose.
He picked and picked till it made you sick,
But back again it grows.
Everybody!
Ol' ben lucas had a lot of mucus
Comin' right out of his nose,
He picked and picked till it made you sick
But back again it grows.
9.Ride 'em Jewboy
(kinky friedman)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ride, ride ＆em jewboy,
Ride ＆em all around the old corral.
I'm, i'm with you boy
If i've got to ride six million miles.
Now the smokes from camps are rising
See the helpless creatures on their way.
Hey, old pal, ain't it surprising
How far you can go before you stay.
Don't you let the morning blind ya
When on your sleeve you wore the yeller star.
Old memories still live behind ya,
Can't you see by your outfit who you are.
How long will you be driven relentless ＆round the world,
The blood in the rhythm of the soul.
Wild ponies all your dreams were broken,
Rounded out and made to move along.
The loneliness which can't be spoken
Just swings a rope and rides inside a song.
Dead limbs play with ringless fingers
A melody which burns you deep inside.
Oh, how the song becomes the singers,
May peace be ever with you as you ride.
How long will you be driven relentless around the world,
The blood in the rhythm of the soul.
In the window candles glowing
Remind you that today you are a child,
Road ahead, forever rolling,
And anything worth cryin' can be smiled.
So ride, ride ＆em jewboy,
Ride ＆em all around the old corral.
I'm, i'm with you boy
If i've got to ride six million miles.
Ooh ooh ooh,
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Ooh ooh ooh,
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.
10.Schwinn Twenty-four
(kinky friedman, shawn siegal)
Yeah! yeah! yeah!
Ra-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ra-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ra-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ra-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Me and my fellow's gonna take a hike
I climbed on in my brand new bike
It's a twenty-four inch with a groovy red seat
All of the fellows think it's really neat
As i pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal
Pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal up, pedal down
Pedal all around town on my schwinn twenty-four
Schwinn twenty-four
Bam bam bam bam
Schwinn twenty-four.
Ra-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ra-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ra-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ra-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da.
Late last night was a-cruisin' round town,
Skateboard pulled up and i shoved you down
When all the lights turned green people on line
Skateboard giving me a real rough time.
As i pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal
Pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal up, pedal down
Pedal all around town on my schwinn twenty-four,
Schwinn twenty-four,
Bam bam bam bam
Schwinn twenty-four.
Watch me go!
Ra-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ra-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Well, i made my thing stop and they started to inspect her
Found i was missing one red reflector
They put it on with go go speed
Now i got all the tail action i need
As i pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal
Pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal up, pedal down
Pedal all around town on my schwinn twenty-four
Schwinn twenty-four
Bam bam bam bam
Schwinn twenty-four
Bought it at the store
Ride it on the shore
Two and two makes four
I love leslie gore
Ra-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ra-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ra-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ra-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
11.Silver Eagle Express
(kinky friedman, roger friedman)
And i'd ride the silver eagle to the last town on the line,
Railroad ties are not my friend the only ties that bind.
Just watch the troubled countryside gently fall away,
Silver eagle, hold me, guide me, roll me homeward from today.
Lose the track of time and let it flow back,
Stoke the ancient furnace into flames.
Running barefoot in the cinders of the moat pack
Hoppin' bedtime rides with the outlaw jesse james.
But now my heart's a worn and weary vessel.
I been haulin' dreams that never seem to last.
Once i slept beside a trembling trestle,
Woke up lost across the rusty lifelines to the past.
And i'd ride the silver eagle to the last town on the line,
Railroad ties are not my friend the only ties that bind.
Just watch the troubled countryside gently fall away,
Silver eagle, hold me, guide me, roll me homeward from today.
Freedom's only station to station,
A paper suitcase on the track of time.
Ain't hard to tell a hard luck situation,
Ain't hard to tell a homeless country poet out of rhyme.
I'm gonna ride the silver eagle to the last town on the line,
There's nothing to remember if there's nothing to remind.
From the gentle texas sunshine to the colorado snow
Ain't no one here to hold you, boy, when the good lord lets you
go.
12.Sold American
(kinky friedman)
Faded jaded falling cowboy star,
Pawnshops itching for your old guitar.
Where you're going, god only knows,
The sequins have fallen from your clothes.
Once you heard the opry crowd applaud,
Now you're hanging out at fourth and broad
On the rain wet sidewalk remembering the time
When coffee with a friend was still a dime.
And everything's been sold american,
The early times is finished and the want ads all are read.
Everyone's been sold american
In dreaming dreams in a rollaway bed.
Writing down your memoirs on some window in the frost,
Roulette eyes reflecting another morning lost.
Hauled in by the metro for killing time and pain
With a singing brakeman screaming through your veins.
And everything's been sold american,
The lonely night is mourning for the death it never dies.
Everyone's been sold american
Don't let me catch you laughing when the jukebox cries.
You told me you were born so much higher than life,
But i've seen the faded pictures of your children and your wife.
Now they're fumbling through your wallet and they're trying to
find your name,
It's almost like they raise the price of fame.
And everything's been sold american,
No place to go and brother, no place to stay.
Everyone's been sold american
Just let that golden greyhound roll your soul away.
13.The Ballad Of Charles Whitman
(kinky friedman)
He was sitting up there for more than an hour,
Way up there on the texas tower
Shooting from the twenty-seventh floor. yahoo!
He didn't choke or slash or slit them,
Not our charles joseph whitman,
He won't be an architect no more.
Got up that morning calm and cool,
He picked up his guns and walked to school.
All the while he smiled so sweetly
And it blew their minds completely,
They'd never seen an eagle scout so cruel.
Now won't you think for the shame and degradation
For the school's administration
He put on such a bold and brassy show.
The chance looked right, it's adolescent
And of course it's most unpleasant
But i got to admit it was a lovely way to go.
There was a rumor about a tumor
Nestled at the base of his brain.
He was sitting up there with his .36 magnum
Laughing wildly as he bagged 'em.
Who are we to say the boy's insane ？
Now charlie was awful disappointed
Else he thought he was anointed
To do a deed so lowdown and so mean.
The students looked up from their classes
Had to stop and rub their glasses,
Who'd believe he'd once been a marine.
Now charlie made the honor roll with ease,
Most all of his grades was a's and b's.
A real rip snorting trigger squeezer
Charlie proved a big crowd pleaser
Though he had been known to make a couple c's.
Some were dying, some were weeping,
Some were studying, some were sleeping,
Some were shouting texas # 1!§
Some were running, some were falling,
Some were screaming, some were balling,
Some thought the revolution had begun.
The doctors tore his poor brain down,
But not a snitch of illness could be found.
Most folks couldn't figure just-a why he did it
And them that could would not admit it,
There's still a lot of eagle scouts around.
There was a rumor about a tumor
Nestled at the base of his brain.
He was sitting up there with his .36 magnum
Laughing wildly as he bagged 'em.
Who are we to say the boy's in
Who are we to say the boy's in
Who are we to say the boy's insane ？
14.The Tramp On The Street
(grady cole ＆ hazel cole, kinky friedman)
Only a tramp was lazarus' sad fate
He who lay down by the rich man' s gate.
He begged for some crumbs from the rich man to eat,
He was only a tramp found dead on the street.
If jesus he comes on and knocks on your door
Will he find love and kindness or hatred and war ？
Will you turn him away with nothing to eat ？
Will you leave him to die like a tramp on the street ？
Poor jewboy you' ve rambled this cold world alone
Just a-prayin' that heaven is no place like home.
May the good lord he bless you and keep you in health
And remember that jesus was a jewboy hisself.
15.They Ain't Makin' Jews Like Jesus Anymore
(kinky friedman)
Well, a redneck nerd in a bowling shirt was a-guzzlin' lone star
beer
Talking religion and-uh politics for all the world to hear.
they oughta send you back to russia, boy, or new york city one
You just want to doodle a christian girl and you killed god's
only son.§
I said, has it occurred to you, you nerd, that that's not very
nice,
We jews believe it was santa claus that killed jesus christ.§
you know, you don't look jewish,§ he said, near as i could
figger
I had you lamped for a slightly anemic, well-dressed country
nigger.
No, they ain't makin' jews like jesus anymore,
They don't turn the other cheek the way they done before.
He started in to shoutin' and a-spittin' on the floor,
lord, they ain't makin' jews like jesus anymore.§
He says, i ain't a racist but aristitle onassis is one greek we
don't need
And them niggers, jews and sigma nus, all they ever do is breed.
And wops ＆n micks ＆n slopes ＆n spics ＆n spooks are on my list
And there's one little hebe from the heart of texas is there
anyone i missed ？ §
Well, i hits him with everything i had right square between the
eyes.
I says, i'm gonna gitcha, you son of a bitch ya, for spoutin'
that pack of lies.
If there's one thing i can't abide, it's an ethnocentric racist;
Now you take back that thing you said ＆bout aristitle onassis.§
No, they ain't makin' jews like jesus anymore,
We don't turn the other cheek the way we done before.
You could hear that honky holler as he hit that hardwood floor
lord, they sho' ain't makin' jews like jesus anymore!§
All right!
No, they ain't makin' jews like jesus anymore,
We don't turn the other cheek the way they done before.
You hear that honky holler as he hit that hardwood floor
Lord, they ain't makin' jews like jesus anymore.
Everybody!
They ain't makin' jews like jesus anymore,
They ain't makin' carpenters who know what nails are for.
Well, the whole damn place was singin' as i strolled right out
the door
lord, they ain't makin' jews like jesus anymore!§
No, we ain't makin' jews like jesus anymore,
We don't turn the other cheek the way they done before.
Well, the whole damn place was singin' as i strolled right out
the door
lord, they ain't makin' jews like jesus anymore!§
16.Waitret, Please, Waitret
(kinky friedman, major boles, roscoe west)
Well, i pulled into dallat on a cold december day
Bought coffee and a doughnut at the greasy spoon caf？
Spied me a pretty young waitret standing by her tray,
But she couldn't believe her sweet young ears when the waitret
heard me say：
Oh, waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate,
Eatin' ain't cheatin', lord it ain't no disgrace.
Oh, bring me a lone star, make it a case
And waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate.
Well, i walked up to the jukebox feeling kind of mean,
The waitret said, hey, stupid, that's a cigarette machine!§
well, look-a here, young waitret, would you care to make a bet,
And if that there ain't a jukebox, you can smoke my cigarette!§
Oh, waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate,
Eatin' ain't cheatin', lord it ain't no disgrace.
Oh, bring me a lone star, make it a case
And waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate.
You're the prettiest thing in dallat, is dallat your home ？
No, i come all the way from houton and i feel so all alone.
I used to live in autin then i come up to big d
In hopes to get my big break on national tv.
Honey, i think i have what it takes to make you a star but
first ...
Oh, waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate,
Eatin' ain't cheatin', lord it ain't no disgrace.
Oh, bring me a lone star, make it a case
And waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate.
17.We Reserve The Right To Refuse Service To You
(kinky friedman, rick goldberg, j. maizel)
While traveling through the lone star state
I lost my lunch before i ate,
It happened in a pull-ahead caf？ yahoo!
I felt my bones begin to crunch
I saw my name on the businessman's lunch
And the neck who owned the place stepped up to say：
hey buddy, are you blind,
Say, partner, can't you read the sign ？§
We reserve the right to refuse service to you,
Take your business back to walgreen's,
Have you tried your local zoo ？
You smell just like a communist,
You come on through just like a jew,
We reserve the right to refuse service to you.
Well, i walked on in to my house of god
Congregation on the nod,
Just chosen folks are doing their weekly thing.
Hear, o israel, yes indeed,
My book was backwards, couldn't read,
But i got a good rise when i heard that rabbi sing,
boruch atoh adonoi,
What the hell are you doing back there, boy ？§
We reserve the right to refuse services to you,
Your friends are all on welfare
You call yourself a jew ？
You need your ticket and your tie
To zip your prayers on through,
We reserve the right to refuse services unto you.
Life from laos and cambodia
No more tears tonight they showed ya
The latest old war movies on tv.
You know it's bound to escalate
So go and turn on channel eight,
Watch channel seven border channel three.
Well, i won't mind your tanks and jets and jeeps
And speaking on behalf of all my fellow creeps：
We reserve the right to refuse service to you,
Right, face, forward, move
And get the children, too.
Let saigons be bygones,
Don't you blow this world in two.
We reserve the right to refuse service to you.
Well, it's just my luck that god's a texan
One big sonbitchin' anglo-saxon,
Some crazy tall norwegian bore
Just to help my body shipped air-freight
From texas to the pearly gate
Just ring the bell and leave me at the door.
I'll be somewhere over jordan swinging low,
I'll hear them tape-recorded angels in lifelike stereo
Singing,
we reserve the right to refuse service to you,
Take your business back to walgreen's,
Have you tried your local zoo ？
Our quota's filled for this year
On singing texas jews,
We reserve the right to refuse service to you.§
18.Western Union Wire
(kinky friedman)
From a cheap hotel in dallas
On a cold december day
A telegram was traveling on its way
Like a sad old song from somewhere
In the distance of a dream
Flashing ＆cross the darkness
On the telegraph machine.
It said, from billy,§ at the bottom, to baby,§ at the top
Western union wire please help me§ stop.
Western union wire don't leave me.§ stop.
Well, the taxicab it took her
To the airport in the dawn,
She knew in just an hour she'd be gone.
She was standing near the platform
＆bout to board the big pan am
When someone came
And put the lonely message in her hand.
It said, from billy,§ at the bottom, to baby,§ at the top
Western union wire please help me§ stop.
Western union wire don't leave me.§ stop.
Headin' high above chicago
Just a-reachin' for the skies
She found herself with teardrops in her eyes.
And a little boy beside her asked her,
mama, where is pop ？§
And she just broke down a-cryin'
＆cause she knew she couldn't stop.
It said, from billy,§ at the bottom, to baby,§ at the top
Western union wire don't leave me.§ stop.
ah, you said you'd always love me how could you ？§ stop,
in pieces on the runway i love you.§ stop.
19.Why Do You Bob Your Nose, Girl ？(Second Hand Nose)
(kinky friedman)
Why do you bob your nose, girls, it does not look so nice,
If it' s just to keep in fashion, it's not the lord's advice.
Well, you mangle mother nature and brave the lord's command
You care about your nose, girls, and reach the glory land.
Why do you bob your nose, girls, it's not the thing to do,
Run with that nose and some day the lord may say to you：
You naughty little booger, you honky tonkin' hose
But at least i'm glad for one thing： you'sll never bob your
nose.
20.Wild Man From Borneo
(kinky friedman)
I'm the star of captain midnite's travelin' show
Came to this circus many moons ago.
My mother's in your storybooks, she loved a jungle king,
Left me standin' here alone inside the center ring.
In a bamboo cage i crossed the ragin' sea,
A livin' page torn clean from history.
A hairy, scary, legendary screamin' souvenir,
Now don't you come too close to me, don't you come too near.
I'm the wild man from borneo,
The wild man from borneo.
You come to see what you wanna see,
Ah, you come to see but you never come to know.
The tattooed lady left the circus train
Lost all of her pictures in the rain.
I wonder if you're happy, i wonder if you're free
I wonder if you'll ever know the mark you left on me.
I'm the wild man from borneo, the wild man.
You come to see what you wanna see,
Ah, you come to see but you never come to know.
We come to see what we want to see,
Oh, we come to see, but we never come to know.
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