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The Mountain Goats - The Boys Are Back In Town - uploaded via http://www.mp32u.net
updated 15 years ago
Featuring Danny Webb, the original voice of Elmer Fudd
Lyrics:
When I was just a little boy
My mother she would say
That every lad and lassie
With animals should play
Lions, tigers and giraffes
Don't thrill me with their habits
I'm just simply crazy 'bout
Those creatures they call rabbits
I love rabbits
And rabbits they love me
I'd love to be a rabbit
And hide behind a tree
I love rabbits
They're so little and so clean
They dance and prance to music
Like the eating of the green
Don't be 'fraid of rabbits
'Cause they have redeeming features
Please don't get a-frightened
'Cause they're such hare-raising creatures
Rabbits live on lettuce
They never eat debris
I love rabbits
And rabbits they love me
I love rabbits
And rabbits they love me
I'd love to be a rabbit
And run off upon a spree
I love rabbits
Those rascals are so cute
They romp and run around all day
But rabbits are a hoot
Lots of folks are very proud
Of raising cats and parrots
Rabbits are no problem
They thrive on lots of carrots
A rabbit don't get lonesome
He likes a family
I love rabbits
And rabbits they love me
Lyrics:
When we say da
If we should say da
You can bet we really mean nyet
Na zdrowie!
Each of 55 folks in my family
Has a room where we live and have fun
Yes, we each have a room we can live in
It just happens to be the same one
My girl Olga was chosen Miss Volga
Yet she works like the other girls do
I am proud she's a champion truck driver
If she just didn't look like one, too!
You Americans have television
So have we, or I'm not a true Rus!
Yes, I've heard that you watch television
Ours is different, it watches us
Oh, our farms always grow more than your farms
We have quotas, and we reach the top
Our wheat crop's so big we can't use it
And you all know that that's a lot of crop
We have everything bigger and better
It's no wonder I give us three cheers
Why, we even have got a Five Year Plan
That has lasted for thirty-three years
All us comrades were partial to Stalin
And the funeral we gave him was nice
Just to show that our grief was appalin'
We actually buried him twice
Now we have some nice harbors in Cuba
And the way we explain them, you see
We just want them so we can go fishing
Hey, that even sounds fishy to me
Lyrics:
...buggered if I know. I slowed it down to .5 speed and still couldn't decipher some of the hillbilly gibberish, I gave up like three verses in. You're welcome to take a crack at it in the comments.
Lyrics:
Oh give me a home
Where the buffalo roam
Where the range is an octave and three
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word
Such as multiple voice harmony (multiple voice harmony) [multiple voice harmony]
Where they don't rerecord
Like Les Paul, Mary Ford
Patty Paige, Tony Martin and me
For I am a trio, you see (For I am a trio, you see) [For I am a trio, you see]
It's three times the work
For one third the pay
Takes three times the time
And no time for play
There's multiple voices all over the place
I'm an alto, a baritone and bass (I'm an alto, a baritone and bass) [I'm an alto, a baritone and bass]
My songs of the West
Come out in the East
That don't bother me
But when they're released
They're not back to back
They're pressed face to face
And I'm alto, baritone and bass (And I'm alto, baritone and bass) [And I'm alto, baritone and bass]
My life is divided, divided in three (My life is divided, divided in three) [My life is divided, divided in three]
And if I can't get out of this fix (And if I can't get out of this fix) [And if I can't get out of this fix]
I'll marry a trio, and raise harmony (I'll marry a trio, and raise harmony) [I'll marry a trio, and raise harmony]
In our own echo chamber for six (In our own echo chamber for six) [In our own echo chamber for six]
I squawk to the boss, but what does he say?
"Old soloists die, they don't fade away."
But I go on record presenting the case
Of an alto, a baritone and bass (Of an alto, a baritone and bass) [Of an alto, a baritone and bass]
They play back the playback
And rerecord me singin' harmony
Then play back the playback (Then play back the playback)
While I add my voice number three (While I add my voice number three) [While I add my voice number three]
Now I ain't one for retardin' progress
In fact, multiple voices sound fine
A new sound happens once in a lifetime
But why did it happen in mine?
I'm forced to get wealthy
In sweet misery
And speakin' of misery, it loves company
And there'll come a day
Some guy will get caught
Rerecordin' Spike Jones,
What a horrible thought!
And speakin' of love
That's all that I do
The girl of my dreams
Is all mixed up too
'Cause who does she sigh for
Each time we embrace?
Not the alto, the barritone or bass
Oh no, for a tenor on radio
[Be my love!]
Lyrics:
I used to live upon a farm
Out in the Middlewest
I never did like shuckin' corn
'Cause I liked music best
So from a Sawbuck catalogue
I got a swell cornet
That was a long long time ago
But I got that cornet yet
Ho, and every day behind the barn
I practiced all the notes
My folks declared it sounded
Like a band of billy goats
I blew that ol' cornet so hard
It made my chest expand
And I filled the whole darned bandstand
When I joined the highschool band
And then I joined the hometown band
And I played loud and clear
My uncle in Alaska wrote,
"You sound too loud from here!"
One day the circus came to town
And how that brass band played
I ran right home and got my horn
And joined the big parade
I left the circus band
Because the pavement hurt my feet
And joined a band from Memphis
With a low-down boogie beat
But now I'm back to shuckin' corn
With sound effects and drones
But this corn ain't the silo kind
I'm shuckin' for Spike Jones!
-uploaded in HD at http://www.TunesToTube.com
for the Passing of the Three-Chord Traditional Folksong
Performed my Kim and Reggie Harris off their album, Spoken In Love.


