Frizzle Fry
What if Christmas didn't come this year, and no one paid for
Christmas cheer?
Who would cry the biggest tear - the child or the store?
Why do brides wear virgin white? Most do not deserve that right.
But to choose a color of their delight, would surely bring on the
frowns.
To defy the laws of tradition, is a crusade only of the brave.
Suppose the taxman, he comes to town, and you don't lay your
money down.
Yet Mr. Jones, he killed Mr. Brown the other day.
Well I wonder, who's gonna go to hell?
Hey, Hey, Bob Cock Here....
When I woke up this mornin' I felt a pang. I was hungerin' for
some apple pie.
Stumble in the bathroom, hung my hog a little bit, washed the
sleep out of my eye.
Oh yeah, it's gonna be a fine day.
Scratched myself a bit, poured me out a bowl-a corn chex, closest
thing I could find to apple pie.
Lingerin' taste of toothpaste made the milk go down a bit funny,
but you know, them chex they do satisfy.
Oh yeah, this'll be a fine day.
So, after my mornin' rise-n-shine and eat-n-clean, had my mind
set to hit them streets.
Drizzle from the night left cold puddles out, had my black
stomp-boots on my feet.
It's my day.
Since I was in kneepants my pop had tried to make me realize,
If I set my mind down to it I could be a big man in the public
eye.
So with my big blue collar on, I set out to find the easy way.
What an ice cold bath it was when I found you had to pay to play.
To taste the taste it's a tease that never would subside.
The taste is strong but soured by my learned eyes.
Well, if a woodchuck could chuck wood, he'd get down on his knees
to pray.
This little snappy boy might see the light this ground hog's day.
Too many puppies are being shot in the dark. Too many puppies
are trained not to bark.
At the sight of blood that must be spilled, so that we may
maintain our oil fields.
Too many puppies...
Too many puppies are taught to heal. Too many puppies are trained
to kill.
On the command of men wearing money belts, that buy mistresses
sleek animal pelts.
Too many puppies...
Peanut sat on a railroad track, his heart was all a flutter.
Along came a train, turned him to peanut butter.
Too many puppies with guns in their hands. Too many puppies in
foreign lands.
Are dressed up sharp in suits of green and placed upon the war
machine.
Too many puppies are just like me. Too many puppies are afraid to
see.
The visions of the past brought to life again. Too many puppies,
too many dead men.
El Sobrante Number One
They call me Mr. Knowitall. I will not compromise.
I will not be told what to do. I shall not step aside.
They call me Mr. Knowitall. I have no time to waste.
My mouth it spews pure intellect, and I've such elegant taste.
They call me Mr. Knowitall. I sup the aged wine.
Oh I could tell such wonderous tales, if I should find the time.
Well I must be Mr. Knowitall, for ideas they come in bounds.
I am Mr. Knowitall, so spread the word around.
They call me Mr. Knowitall, I am so eloquent.
Perfection is my middle name, and whatever rhymes with
eloquent...
Hello all you boys and girls, I'd like to take you to the
inside world.
It's quite an irregular place to be, but never fear you're safe
with me.
Well, maybe....
Golden hair of macrame', against the face that's cut from stone.
The white porcelain is screaming Ayee!
Thank God the the boy is not alone....
I don't believe in Santa Claus. I don't belive in spite.
I have no use for beauty dolls. Especially on this night.
I don't believe in miracles. I don't belive in lies.
I don't belive in hologram. For I am the Frizzle Fry.
Andy's painting green again, this time they might take him away!
When Barrington starts to breathe again. It way just take us all
away!
I don't believe in charity. I don't believe in sin.
And if you don't believe in me, we'll play this tune over again.
I don't believe in pinochle, and I don't beleive I'll try.
I do believe in Captain Crunch, for I am the Frizzle Fry.
Yes I am the Frizzle Fry.
When he was young you'd not find him doing well in school.
His mind would turn unto the waters.
Always the focus of adolescent ridicule,
He has no time for farmer's daughters.
Alienated from the clique society,
A lonely boy finds peace in fishing.
His mother says "John this is not the way life's supposed to
be."
"Don't you see the life that you are missing?"
And he says...
When I grow up I want to be, one of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done, I want to be a fisherman.
Now years gone by we find man that rules the sea.
He sets out on a dark May morning .
To bring his catch back to this small community.
He doesn't see the danger dawning.
Four hours up, oh the ocean swelled and swelled,
The fog rolled in it started raining.
"The starboard bow." "Oh my God we're going
down!"
The do not hear his frantic mayday.
And he says...
When I grow up I want to be, one of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done, I want to be a fisherman.
"I'll live and die a fisherman."
Calling John the Fisherman...
An overaged boy of thirty-nine has left the wing today.
The first time in his life he's made that step.
Be numbed by the society and plagued by insecurity.
He's entered in a race that must be won.
One of the animals has left its cage today.
In search of better things so it seems to be.
But in this land of polyurethane,
Things are apt to get a bit hot.
As the toys go winding down....
C. G. the Mexican is a friend of mine.
We used to sit around the house watching evil dead.
Talking about the way it used to be...Skiddeley dit dad dow da
day.
We used to pull the stripers out of Sand Pablo bay.
Now the delta waters go down So. Cal.
And the stripers start to fade away.
It's pudding time!
It's pudding time!
As the toys go winding down.
You can have a lolly popa candy bar a jelly bean.
I'll buy you a rainbow to hang above your door.
It's pudding time...
Laughter is a sweet you can't put a price on.
When laughter's all gone Daddy won't buy you more.
It's pudding time...
It's pudding time children.
Money money money to buy you things,
Daddy's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the kings horses and all the kings men, Couldn't put Humpty
together again.
San Francisco bay the striped bass are dying.
But you're gonna get that brand new bike.
Oh joy!
It's pudding time...
It's pudding time children.
We are gathered here today in these majestic halls of old,
to honor a man they call Sathington Willoughby.
There's a joke or two, a pun or three, I feel that must be
told then I go on to speak of Sathington Willoughby.
Sathington Willoughby, the legislator that penned us up a bill.
That banned the use of certain things like this and that...
Why do we do this C.G. and I?
Every night vegetables, minds numbed up by THC.
I've got my pen, C.G. the remote.
Laurel and Hardy's the best bet at four A.M. On a Friday.
No dreads about the working day after though.
Funny thing about weekends when you're unemployed,
They don't quite mean so much,
'cept you get to hang out with all your working friends.
Well we got us a spegetti western on 36.
I like spegetti westerns.
I like the way the boots are all reverbed out walking across the
hardwood floors.
In fact, everything's got that big reverb sound.
Well what'll I do now? Go to sleep? Pull the pud?
We need new pornos! Well, I guess I'm still writing...
It was a weekend's eve, I had sex on my breath.
I was lookin' for somethin' to see.
With a borrowed black leather and my best fishin' hat,
Well it was just Wendy O. and me.
We called old Swamp up on the telephone,
And said we was comin' on down to pick him up and then he said,
"Hey Snappy, me and Greeny'll come along...
But only if we can bring a friend."
"His name is Harold."
I said "Okay."
Now, we had a Swamper, Greeny, Wendy O, Stanley, Harold of the
Rocks and me.
We hopped into my dart, and headed for the nightbreak,
To see a man they call Schooly D.
Harold he's a friendly guy, he rambles on and on,
He'll talk the balls off a rhinosaurus.
Fact is he just doesn't make much sense,
Well Stan said, "This guy's pretty bizarre Gus."
Harold of the Rocks.
I saw Harold at a party Trouzy threw late one night,
I said, "hey man, do you remember me?"
He said, "O' course I do Snapdad and let me tell ya right
'Bout now I'm lit
Up like an ol' Christmas tree."
"Hey bro you know I'd like to thank you once,
Again for let'n me Hang with ya' all across the bay.
When I look back at that night I get me a warm spot across my
heart."
Then he shook my hand, and walked away.
That's the last I seen of Harold.
Harold of the Rocks.
So in the end, Swamper and Greeny finally succumb to the ways of
Harold.
And in doing so each gave just a little bit of his soul away.
What a couple of dumbshits...