My friend the witch doctor
He taught me what to say
My friend the witch doctor
He taught me what to do
I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
She’s got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Selling little bottles of love potion number nine
Dark Lady laughed and danced and lit the candles one by one
Danced to her gypsy music till her brew was done
Dark Lady played black magic till the clock struck on the twelve
She told me more about me than I knew myself
Ocean gypsy of the moon
The sun has made a thousand nights
For you to hold
Ocean gypsy, where are you
The shadows followed by the stars
Have turned to gold, turned to gold
Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
Everybody’s down on their knees
Listen like thieves
But who needs that
When it’s all in your hands
Now here’s the kids from Christmas Story, Annie and her orphans
So many child actors high on Red Bull and endorphins.
They barely come up to your knees.
But God they’re singing like MVPs.
And they’re the reason this whole season seems to look like Chuck. E. Cheese
Oh oh, what a battle master, what a noble enemy
We have to kill them bastards, then compose an elegy
I thought I saw the leader fallen on his knees
He said I’m never, never coming back again…
And did he ever return?
No, he never returned.
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
- Rest well Pete
Don’t know much about history
Don’t know much biology
Don’t know much about a science book
Don’t know much about the French I took
The law won.
A fugitive has been away so long
A thousand years, and now he thinks of home
The long men are waiting in the wings
To put him in chains upon his return
Emptiness, his bitterness is gone
Journey on to the eternal reward
I went across the river
And I laid down to sleep
I went across the river
And I laid down to sleep
When I awoke there were shackles on my feet
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song…
Wade in the water
Wade in the water, children
Wade in the water
God’s gonna trouble the water
Give me some water
'cause I shot a man on the Mexican border
Cool, cool water
Give me some water
Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.
A young figure sits still by a pool
He’s been stamped “Human Bacon” by some butchery tool
(He is you)
Social Security took care of this lad
We watch, in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower
(A flower?)
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing.
Young girls picked them, every one.
All the tales are told
All the orchids gone
Lost in my own world
Now I care for dead gardens