Les Claypool
Holy Mackerel
Pick a name, pick a placeChances are I've had the means to be there.Pick a date, pick a time,I've got it from a friend of mineThe ability to socialize.Holy MackerelOnce when I was young,I troubled over imperfection in my knees.When you cultivate a pompidour,It's best to keep the top up for the breeze.Cuts like hell, you know.Sporty was a poetry boyAnd liked to puff his pipe into the night.But since he sold him hits of ecstasy,John Law, he took a decade of his life.That's a hunk o' life.Holy Mackerel
From Letras Mania