Tales From The Punchbowl

Quite a suprise
What an ingenious device
Boredom encompasses my time
I don't know what i should do

Indulging a moment of your time
Seldom the breeder of lies
But you won't believe that it's true

They take to the sky
Southbound pachyderm

Pinholes through cardboard
At the sun
Passing the bucks by one by one
Leaving nothing in return

Watching the majest blow past
Speculating which will be the last
Savoring my piece of pie

And there is no reprise
They're filling the sky
Southbound pachyderm

C'mon kiddies gather round. who's your foremost friend in town?
From main to maple the name resounds, professor nutbutter.
He's the one, the humble one, the barkley county prodigal son.
Here to serve only you, professor nutbutter.
At old nutbutter's house of treats from jellied jams to sacks of
Sweets,
There's creamy and nutatious spreads for all.
Chemist, master of entomology the professor for a modest fee
Will cure what ails you, guaranteed professor nutbutter.
It's alright, don't fear the worm.
C'mon kiddies don't be shy be youthful til the day you die.
The man the myth, the magic of professor nutbutter.
He's the one the only one the meeklybville prodigal son.
Here to help us with ourselves, professor nutbutter
It's alright to fear the worm.

[it's all right to fear the worm. the worm, the worm is our friend.
Um, but not all of the properties of the worm can be, uh, fully,
Fully, well, appreciated by the, uh, the human body itself, but, um
It's, it's, it's, it's ok to, to fear the worm. um, i, myself, have
Had no, uh, problems with the worm but in a certain situation, uh, i
Would feel like, what, what, uh, ramifications, um, could occur? uh,
There's, there's really no need to, uh, to fear much of anything, you
Know. fear of the, fear of the temptation is a, more, probably, more,
More, appropriate word in this particular scenario. um, the, uh,
Well, it, depends on what you want, i suppose. it really depends on,
On what you want.]

In the year of our lord
Call it 1994
A fine vintage of mimicry

There are those that take their sound
From someone else's toil
Liking to parrots you see

I've seen the likes of kate bush
And van morrison
Teaching the parrots to sing

Take a zepplin riff
And you alter it a bit
And make lots of money
It's called plagiarism

You want some of that cheese
Just take a big ol' bite
Careful not to choke on it please

Now here we go
It's called plagiarism

[instrumental]

Mrs. blaileen - she was a sixth grade teacher
And she controlled the children
By using humiliation.
The target always seemed to be donny.
He was a bit slower than the others.
When he was quite young
His mother died at the kitchen table
While choking on some food.
The fashion of the day
Was bleach and tied levi's.
Donny decided to make some,
But he didn't know to rinse them.
So he came to school a reekin'.
Bleach stenched filled the classroom.
Mrs. blaileen began to chastise.
She made him feel like an asshole
Two feet small.
Oh what a lonely boy.
Don and ronald
They always stuck together
For they were a bit different than the others
And they were as tight as brothers
Then ronald moved away.
Now steven
He was year or two younger
And he really thought he was something.
He liked to harass other children
Or anyone he found outnumbered.

Alone don walks from fishing.
Steven and his friend they stop him.
They took his hat and they taunt him,
Pimp-slap him with a newspaper.
Don lunged forward with his fish knife
Then ran all the way home weeping.
He gave his knife to his father and
Said "i think i hurt steve."
Oh what a lonely boy.

They headed southward from san francisco,
To be with chuckles and the others.
With electric in the air and peroxide in their hair,
They looked like golden brothers.
They drove a datsun, an automatic,
The radio blaring static,
He made a face into the light and burst out laughing at the sight.
The hysteria ensuing would dominate the night.
From all the candy, the seats were sticky,
As they were drawn into the grapevine.
Then "introduce yourself" came on as they barreled through the gog.
The demon puffing madly on a mentholated log.
They were tired, they were sleepy,
So they parked behind the roxy.
Adam left to use the phone, so he sat there all alone,
When adam's voice come beaming through on the radio,
He started laughing...

Questions deserving answers
Answers deserving action
What am i of the populi
I am but a fraction

Is there heaven? is there hell?
Is that tuna melt i smell?
Come on