Lay that pistol down Babe, Lay that pistol down,
Pistol Packin’ Mama, Lay that pistol down.
Lay that pistol down Babe, Lay that pistol down,
Pistol Packin’ Mama, Lay that pistol down.
Now down there was old Al Dexter, He always had his fun,
But with some lead. she shot him dead, His Honkin’ days are done.
You gotta see your mama every night
Or you can’t see your mama at all
You’ve got to kiss your mama, treat her right
Or I won’t be home when you call
Mama, ooh,
Didn’t mean to make you cry,
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.
Mugwumps, high jumps, low slumps, big bumps -
Don’t you work as hard as you play.
Make up, break up, everything is shake up;
Guess it had to be that way.
Sebastian and Zal formed the ‘Spoonful;
Michelle, John, and Denny gettin’ very tuneful.
McGuinn and McGuire just a-catchin’ fire in L.A.,
You know where that’s at.
And everybody’s gettin’ fat except Mama Cass.
He goes on the prowl each night,
Like an alley cat.
Looking for some new delight,
Like an alley cat.
You know, she can’t trust him out of sight,
And there’s no doubt of that.
He just don’t know wrong from right,
Like an alley cat.
Stray cat strut, I’m a ladies’ cat
I’m a feline Casanova (Hey, man) that’s where it’s at
Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man
Get my dinner from a garbage can
Meow
Yeah, don’t cross my path
When walking between the lines and the squares,
Be careful that you don’t step on the bears.
Can’t let it get past me
You’re far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
First you form a smile
I watch you for a while
You are a vapour trail
In a deep blue sky
Tremble with a sigh
Glitter in your eye
You seem to come and go
I never seem to know
Horizon to horizon, memory written on the wind
Fading away, like an hourglass, grain by grain
Swept away like voices in a hurricane
In a vapor trail
I listen to the wind
To the wind of my soul
Where I’ll end up, well I think
Only God really knows
And he was born the next of kin,
The next of kin to the wayward wind.
Away out here they’ve got a name
For rain and wind and fire
The rain is Tess, the fire’s Joe
And they call the wind Maria
Maria blows the stars around
And sets the clouds a-flyin’
Maria makes the mountains sound
Like folks was out there dyin’
I heard about Maria, she hated the rat race
And she escaped to a beautiful place
Birds of neo-paradise groove in the trees
The name of her town is Tranquility
Protected by her mantra
Following the formula
In the sun thy will be done
And chasing her rainbows
Talking with her animals
Who say,“You see, it’s Tranquility”
The animals, the animals
Let’s talk dirty to the animals
Fuck you, Mister Bunny
Eat shit, Mister Bear
If they don’t love it, they can shove it
Frankly, I don’t care
Oh, the animals, the animals
Let’s talk dirty to the animals
Up yours, Mister Hippo
Piss off, Mister Fox
Go tell a chicken, “Suck my dick” and
Give him chicken pox
I go out seal hunting with my best friend Tarka
But all I want to do is get into his parka
I’m the only gay Eskimo
In my tribe
Well me and Nukflukchukbuk
We both like blubber
But me I’ve got this crazy fetish for rubber
I’m the only gay Eskimo
In my tribe
We are one fire
We have desires
But one is that way
One Backstreet Boy is gay
But we don’t want to be mean
Since now he’s a queen
Don’t ask please
Which Backstreet Boy is gay?
Tell me who? (ain’t saying that it’s A.J.)
Tell me who? (ain’t saying that it’s Howie)
Tell me who? (I never wanna hear you say)
Which Backstreet Boy is gay?
Young man, there’s a place you can go.
I said, young man, when you’re short on your dough.
You can stay there, and I’m sure you will find
many ways to have a good time.
It’s fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.
It’s fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A.
G-I-Double L-I-G-A-N spells Gilligan!
He’s the leader of a mighty nation!
Idolized by all the population!
G-I-Double L-I-G-A-N you see…
He’s the man we adore,
and he’ll keep us out of war,
Gilligan
And thats me!War! Huh! Good god, y’all.
What is it good for? Absolutely nuthin’! Say it again!