I WANNA
FIND A WOMAN THAT'LL HOLD MY BIG TOE TILL I HAVE TO GO
i wanna find a woman who'll hold my big
toe till i have to go
i wanna find a blue swirl plastic ocarina about five miles
long
and play with those sweet potatoes all night long
because those yams have all those eyes that yawn
and yearn down yonder below the ground
and their golden hair is a dirty brown
i wanna find me a woman that'll hold my big toe till i go
i wanna hold me a woman that'll find my big toe till i
have to go
and sow my last sweet potato
***
PETRIFIED FOREST
human bark
beauty-less hide from beauty
bow your eyes and heads to the duty of the deads
suck the ground
breathe life into the dead dinosaurs
let the past demons rear up and belch fire in the air of
now
the rug is wearing out that we walk on
soon it will fray and we'll drop dead into yesterday
must the breathing pay for those
who breathe in and don't breathe out
there would be no gain, brothers, if no one would play
and as for your games count me and all that can see
breathe in and out hungry today and eat hearty tomorrow
or eat away and be eaten some day
no flowers shall grow where oil flows
no seed shall sow in salt water
if the dinosaur cries with blood in his eyes [2x]
and eats our babies for our lies
belches fire in our skies
maybe i'll die but he'll be rumbling through
your petrified forest
***
ONE RED ROSE THAT I MEAN
an
instrumental, so no
lyrics
***
THE BUGGY BOOGIE WOOGIE
oh, that buggy boogie woogie sweeps me
off my feet
what this world needs is a good retreat
what this world needs is a good two dollar room
and a good two dollar broom
one day i was sweeping down by the wall
i bumped a mama spider
and the babies begin to fall off on my broom
now i've gotta keep sweeping and sweeping
before they fill the room
now that buggy boogie woogie sweeps me off my feet
i gotta keep sweeping and sweeping
seems like i could keep on sweeping and sweeping
and there's still too many feet
what this world needs is a good two dollar broom
and a good two dollar room
[repeat
of last two sentences]
seems like i could keep on sweeping and sweeping
and there's still too many feet
well, the way i must be sweeping must be with too many
feet
ah, and i'll still keep sweeping and sweeping
and there's still too many feet
***
THE SMITHSONIAN INSTITUTE BLUES
(or THE BIG DIG)
come on down to the big dig [2x]
come on to the big dig
singing the smithsonian institute blues [2x]
the way it's going la brea tar pits
i know you just can't lose
the new dinosaur is walking in the old one's shoes
come on down to the big dig
you can't get around the big dig
this may be premature but if i'm wrong
you can just say it's the first time
i was happy to be confused
singing the smithsonian institute blues
all you new dinosaurs
now it's up to you to choose
before your feet hit the tar
you better kick off those old shoes
and forget about that big dig
now you see it and it's up to you to choose
it sure looks funny for a new dinosaur
to be in an old dinosaur's shoes
dina shore's shoes
dinosaur shoes
[repeating of parts]
***
SPACE-AGE COUPLE
space-age couple
why don't you flex your magic muscle?
space-age couple
why do you hex your magic muscle?
space-age couple
why do you hustle and bustle?
won't you stop your cool tomfoolery
and shed your nasty jewelry?
why have you come to cultivate the grounds -
they're the only ones around
space-age couple
why don't you flex your magic muscle?
hold a drinking glass up to your eye
after you've scooped up a little of the sky
and it ain't blue no more
what's on the leaves ain't dew no more
space-age couple
why don't you just do that?
[several parts are regularly
repeated]
***
THE CLOUDS ARE FULL OF WINE
(NOT WHISKEY OR RYE)
the clouds are full of wine
not whiskey or rye
and the sky is full of
bluebrains, bluejays, mermaids
bluejays, bluebirds, bluejays, mermaids
bluejays, bluebirds, rainbows
and the night is full of
rhinestones, pinecones, telephones
and the sky is full of
rhinestones, pinecones, telephones,
wolfhounds, milkcows
shadows to some house
the clouds are full of wine
not whiskey or rye
and the sky is full of bluebrains,
baboons, rhinos, fools and buffoons
and my eyes are full of bloodbones,
snowcones, serenaders and se-ņo-ri-tas
and so on, so on...
melodies that go on
go on, go on [3x]
go off, go off [4x]
***
FLASH GORDON'S APE
you jumped when the air hit your eyes
you wanted to go back but there wasn't none
now you had been going back for so long
that you think there is one
it makes me laugh to hear you say how far you've come
when you barely know how to use your thumb
so you know how to count to one
you messed in the sky
picked a banana and threw it at the sun
you saw a flash in the water
now there ain't one
you brought back something that wasn't there
you brought back something that wasn't fair
pull back the adhesive tape
you're in a scrape
take to your trees
there's no escape
the leaves are getting faker everyday
flash gordon's ape
you're today
***
