| Lyrics: | [FZ rhythm guitar
Tommy Mars keyboards
Arthur Barrow bass
Chad Wackerman
drums]
Thing-Fish:
Once upon a time, musta been 'round October, few years back, in
one o' dose TOP SECRET LABMO-TORIES de gubbnint keep stashed away underneath Virginia, an EVIL
PRINCE, occasion'ly employed as a part-time THEATRICAL CRITICIZER set to woikin' on a plot fo de
systematic GENOCIDICAL REMOVE'LANCE of all unwanted highly-rhythmic individj'lls an'
sissy-boys!
De cocksucker done whiffed up a secret POTIUM . . . an' right 'long wid it, de
ATROCIOUS IDEA dat what he been boilin' up down deahhhh jes' mights be de FINAL SOLUTIUM to DE WHITE
MAIN'S 'BOIDENNN', ef yo' acquire my drift . . .
Well, he were sure he had a GOOD THING
GOIN' . . . but, dere was always de possobility dat somethin' might fuck up, so, he planned to have
a little test, jes' to check it all out befo' he dump't it in de wattuh supply.
Sho'tly
denafter, wit HIGH-LEVEL GUBNINT COROBBERATIUM, he arranged to have a good-will visit to SAN
QUENTIM, 'long wit some country-westin mu-zishnin's, 'n sprinkle a little bit of it on some of de
boys in deahhh (since dey done used a few of 'em befo' when dey was messin' wit de
ZYPH'LISS).
So, heah dey come wit de POTIUM, dump'nit all in de mash potatoes!
Den
dey wen' up to de warden's office fo' some HOT TODDY, watchin' a little football while dey's waitin'
to see what gone happen!
Fact o' de matter were: NOTHIN' HAPPENED, so dey went off'n
dribbled it in a special shipnint of GALOOT CO-LOG-NUH dat went out 'bouts NOVEMBER!
Next
thing y'know, fagnits be droppin' off like flies . . . 'long wit a large number of severely-tanned
individj'lls, pre-zumnably of HAY'CHEN EXTRAKM |
