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| − | Sam with the showing scalp flat top, | + | Sam with the showing scalp flat top,<br /> |
| − | Particular about the point it made. | + | Particular about the point it made.<br /> |
| − | (I got it . . . ) | + | (I got it . . . )<br /> |
| − | Why, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper, | + | Why, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper,<br /> |
| − | This black juice came out on a hard shelled chin. | + | This black juice came out on a hard shelled chin.<br /> |
| − | And they called that 'tobacco juice'. | + | And they called that 'tobacco juice'.<br /> |
| − | I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx. | + | I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx.<br /> |
| − | My entire room absorbed every echo. | + | My entire room absorbed every echo.<br /> |
| − | The music was . . . thud like. | + | The music was . . . thud like.<br /> |
| − | The music was . . . thud like. | + | The music was . . . thud like.<br /> |
| − | I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug. | + | I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug.<br /> |
| − | Opaque melodies that would bug most people. | + | Opaque melodies that would bug most people.<br /> |
| − | Music from the other side of the fence. | + | Music from the other side of the fence.<br /> |
| − | A black swan figurine lay on all color lily pads. | + | A black swan figurine lay on all color lily pads.<br /> |
| − | On a little conglomeration table of pressed black felt. | + | On a little conglomeration table of pressed black felt.<br /> |
| − | With same color shadows, in seamed knobbed knees, and what-nots. | + | With same color shadows, in seamed knobbed knees, and what-nots.<br /> |
| − | The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd. | + | The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd.<br /> |
| − | Beside the fly-pecked black doorway, | + | Beside the fly-pecked black doorway,<br /> |
| − | That looked closed on the tar-lattice street. | + | That looked closed on the tar-lattice street.<br /> |
| − | Up a wrought iron fire escape. | + | Up a wrought iron fire escape.<br /> |
| − | Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with dark, hard, dark rubber wheels. | + | Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with dark, hard, dark rubber wheels.<br /> |
| − | Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek! | + | Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek!<br /> |
| − | Sam with the showing scalp flat top, | + | Sam with the showing scalp flat top,<br /> |
| − | Particular about the point it made. | + | Particular about the point it made.<br /> |
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| + | Sam was a BASKET CASE!<br /> | ||
| + | A hardened dark ivory clip held . . . saleable everyday pencils.<br /> | ||
| + | I wish I had a pair 'o bongos!<br /> | ||
| + | Bongo Fury!<br /> | ||
| + | Bongo Fury!<br /> | ||
| + | Oowwwww! Bongo Fury!<br /> | ||
| + | (Boogie!)<br /> | ||
| + | Bongo Fury!<br /> | ||
| + | Bongo Fury . . .<br /> | ||
| + | Bongo Fury . . . | ||
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==Players On This Song== | ==Players On This Song== | ||
==Records On Which This Song Has Appeared== | ==Records On Which This Song Has Appeared== | ||
Revision as of 03:45, 27 August 2005
Contents
Lyrics
Sam with the showing scalp flat top,
Particular about the point it made.
(I got it . . . )
Why, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper,
This black juice came out on a hard shelled chin.
And they called that 'tobacco juice'.
I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx.
My entire room absorbed every echo.
The music was . . . thud like.
The music was . . . thud like.
I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug.
Opaque melodies that would bug most people.
Music from the other side of the fence.
A black swan figurine lay on all color lily pads.
On a little conglomeration table of pressed black felt.
With same color shadows, in seamed knobbed knees, and what-nots.
The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd.
Beside the fly-pecked black doorway,
That looked closed on the tar-lattice street.
Up a wrought iron fire escape.
Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with dark, hard, dark rubber wheels.
Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek!
Sam with the showing scalp flat top,
Particular about the point it made.
Sam was a BASKET CASE!
A hardened dark ivory clip held . . . saleable everyday pencils.
I wish I had a pair 'o bongos!
Bongo Fury!
Bongo Fury!
Oowwwww! Bongo Fury!
(Boogie!)
Bongo Fury!
Bongo Fury . . .
Bongo Fury . . .
