Footprint XVI
In
the red
twilight
glow ~
Here
she
come
flying low ~
Flapping
her
owl
wings ~
As
the
desert
sings ~
She's the demon
queen
of my single man's
life ~
Come to taunt
in the night
he
who has no wife ~
He who
has
no woman
to hug ~
He who
lives
in this haunted
tug ~
In
the red
twilight
glowwwwwww ~
Here
she
come
flying lowwwwwww ~
From
a
purple
plateau ~
Where I
no
longer
go ~
Where she
lives
in
a cave ~
Where she
made
me
her slave ~
Here she come
like
a
wave ~
Here she come
to
en-
grave ~
Me
on
the
handle of her gun ~
I'm
just
a-
nother one ~
A fool
who
went
astray ~
Thus comes
the end
of a-
nother day-ay-ay-ay...
Footprint Seventeen
Spam Spam
Spam Spam
Spam Spam
Spammmmmmm ~
Would you like
roast beef
fried chicken
or barbecued ham ~
Or how 'bout a
thick
slice of
broiled lamb?
Just crack
open
a can
of Spammmmmmm...
Footprint Eighteen
Down
here
on
the ground ~
Flies
are
buzzin'
around ~
Buzzin'
in
my
ear ~
Makin'
me
rudely
sneer...
Women are jobbin'
with no
time
for motherhood ~
Jobless men are
runnin' a-
way from
their fatherhood ~
Women wanna
screw n'
screw n'
kill the result ~
Killin's okay
and it's
very a-
dult ~
Fags wanna
march with them
who go
to war for pay ~
Them fags wanna
be
accepted
every which way ~
Pretty soon
they'll
want a
queer holiday ~
The future's lookin'
pretty scary
in
the USA ~
Hollywood
owns
everybody's
mind ~
Kills any-
thing
of val-
ue it can find ~
Kids are growin'
up
hummin'
devil tunes ~
And I'm
sleepin' in
most
afternoons ~
Swattin'
a-
nother
fly ~
Buzzin' so
much
it's just beggin'
to die...
Footprint Nineteen
The
old
men
were snorin' ~
Snorin'
in
har-
mony ~
Thee
old
coots
were explorin' ~
Dreams
of how
it
used to be ~
Young dudes
tossed
n'
turned ~
Spittle
in
their
eye ~
All
their
bridges
burned ~
In a
mission
of No Return
sigh ~
And
there
was
I ~
With
an
open
eye ~
Won-
der-
in'
why ~
I was flat on
my back in a
No Return
bunk ~
With a
broken
broken
re-broken heart a thunk ~
Seranated
by
the trumpeting
horns ~
Of a nose orchestra
whose seranade
stuck
like thorns ~
In
my
adrift
soul ~
One man's
nose
even did
a drum roll ~
As the rest of 'em
kept on
bubblin'
and blowin' ~
Snappin'
cracklin'
poppin'
and flowin' ~
Like a gurgling
creek full
of nicotine tainted
blood ~
Snooping
re-grouping
until
it was a snoring flood ~
Of
music-
al
notes ~
Struck by
the hooves of
a herd
of breezy goats ~
Clippity cloppiting
across
the
rocky plain ~
Of life
born n' reborn n'
full of joy n'
pain...
Footprint Twenty
Then I fell
into slumber and
had me
a dreeeeeeeam ~
A dream
that
done-ippitty-do-dah
seem ~
To run
on the fuel of soaring
snoring
nose steam ~
Manufactured by
my roaring
snoring
tramp team ~
In a steep
deep
slum-
burrrrrrr ~
I had me
a dream to
re-
mumberrrrrrr!
In a mission
supported by
the charity of
No Return ~
I had
me a dream
in which the sky
started to burn ~
Like a red coal
in a fireplace
the sky
burned so hot ~
'Til
Hoover Dam
blew-up
like it got shot ~
By a giant
cannon
cannoneered
by God ~
Chunks
of concrete were
hurled
all abroad ~
One chunk due north
plugged up
the chiminey of
an Eskimo's hearth ~
And a glowing ring of
them dam chunks
formed around our spin-
ning Earth!
Wild Bill Hickok & Friends
Wild Bill says, "Love Peace & Freedom isn't just for hippies..."
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