There's ole Gray with 'er dove-winged hat / Threre's ole Green with her sewing machine / Where's the bobbin at? / Tote'n old grain in uh printed sack / The dust blows forward 'n dust blows back / And the wind blows black thru the sky / And the smokestack blows up in suns eye / What am I gonna die? / Uh white flake riverboat just flew by / Bubbles popped big 'n uh lipstick Kleenex hung on uh pointed forked twig / Reminds of the bobby girls / Never was my hobby girls / Hand full uh worms and uh pole fishin' / Cork bobbin' like uh hot red bulb 'n uh blue jay squeaks / His beak open an inch above uh creek / Gone fishin' for a week / Well I put down my bush 'n I took of my pants 'n felt free / The breeze blowin' up me 'n up the canyon / Far as I could see / It's night now and the moon looks like uh dandelion / It's black now 'n the blackbird's feedin' on rice'n his red wings look diamonds 'n lice / I can hear the mice toes scamperin' / Gophers rumblin' in pile crater rock hole / One red bean stuck in the bottom of uh tin bowl / Hot coffee from uh krimpt up can / Me 'n my girl named Bimbo Limbo Spam..
Don Van Vliet (1941-2010)
Porra, que anda tudo a morrer, caralho..