the floppy boot stomped down onto the ground
the farmer screamed and blew the sky off the mountains
eye sockets looked down onto chestbone meadows
and the sun dropped down and the moon ran off
his heels and elbows pale as chalk
and all the comets collided and blew to dust
for fear they would be seen
and the sky turned white in the middle of the night [2x]
and the big floppy boot stomped down onto the ground
and the red violin took the bow for to do the hoodoo hoe-down [2x]
the farmer jumped in a circle and flung his chalk right down
do-si-do the devil sure showed and he broke off his horns
and fiddled him down the road through the fork
and the farmer's floppy boot stomped down
red tail squirmed and the hot leg kicked
and the fire leaped and licked
[repeat of last two sentences]
and when the boot came up the fire went out
and hell was just an ice cube melting off onto the ground
the bow caught down for to do the hoodoo hoe-down
and the bow caught down for to do the hoodoo the devil hoe-down [2x]
through the fork huddled in the hollows
standing at the crossroads
was that bunged-up bandaged broken bum
that fell into the wrong circle
he had a sore red tail that once went red
now was pale fee-fo-fi-fum
he was summoned up from hell, booted down a spell
by a square dancing farmer [2x] well
that old bum was sticking out his thumb
when the farmer drew up and said: 'listen son'
- and the horse compared his hooves -
'if you fall in my circle again
i'll tan your red hide and dance you on your tail
and pitch you from now and now' [2x]
and the hot leg kicked and the fire leaped and licked
[several repeats]

tropical hot dog night
like two flamingos in a fruit fight
every color of day whirling around at night
i'm playing this music
so the young girls will come out
to meet the monster tonight

tropical hot dog night
like two flamingos in a fruit fight
i don't want to know about wrong or right
yeah, i don't want to know, i'm anywhere tonight

tropical hot dog night
like two flamingos in a fruit fight
like stepping out of a triangle into
striped light [2x]

tropical hot dog night
everything is wrong at the same time it's right
the truth has no patterns for me tonight
i'm playing this music
so the young girls will come out
to meet the monster tonight
meet the monster tonight

what do all you women do
when the men get tropical hot dog payday?
what do you do on tropical hot dog day day?
hey, hey, step out of a triangle into striped light
turn around and step back into striped light
tropical hot dog night
i'm playing this song
for all the young girls
to come out to meet the monster tonight
meet the monster tonight

harry irene
were a couple that lived in the green
harry irene
were a couple that ran a canteen
ran a canteen [2x]
two people harry and irene like you've never seen
the floor was made of oak, the door was smokey grey
their tuna sandwiches would turn the dark into day
they sold wine like turpentine to painters
they took to social life like props to aviators
[repeating of parts]
took harry for all of his green and irene
harry was left holding an empty canteen
and by the way folks, it was dusty, not harry
what does this mean? [2x]
what's the meaning of this?
poor harry, i guess

no lyrics given on text sheet, as it is 'self explanatory'

bat chain puller
[several repeats]
a chain with yellow lights that glistens like oil beads
on its slick smooth trunk
that trails behind on tracks and thumps
a wing hangs limp and retrieves
bat chain puller puller puller
bulbs shoot from its snoot and vanish into darkness
it whistles like a root snatched from dry earth
sod bust and rakes with grey dust claws
announces its coming in the morning
this train with grey tubes that houses people's
very thoughts and belongings
[several repeats]
this train with grey tubes that houses people's thoughts
their very remains and belongings
a grey cloth patch caught with four threads
and the hollow wind of its stacks
ripples felt fades and grey sparks clacks
lunge into cushion thickets
pumpkins span the hills with orange crayola patches
green inflated trees balloon up into marshmallow soot
that walks away in faulty circles caught in grey blisters
with twinkling lights and green sashes
drawn by rubber dolphins with gold yawning mouths
that blister and break in agony in zones of rust
they gild gold sawdust into dust
[several repeats]