Meet Good Ol’ Leon Krunchbone. Part cross dresser, part cowboy, firmly lysergic. Kind of, well kinda’ sorta give the grim reaper a hit of LSD and see what happens
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03 Leon Krunchbone
Campaign Lyrics!!
Leon Krunchbone!!
( Krunchbone’s comin’ a getcha’ Krunchbone’s comin’ a getcha’ , Krunchbone’s comin a getcha’)
“Oig a Rumph! Oig a Rumph!! Oig a Rumph!!
“Got Leon Krunchbone folded to the attic, Got Leon Krunchbone.
Got seven wide silver slippers on Leon Krunchbone…
(An’ you know his underwear jus’ don’t fit!)
I tell 88 men what to do, and I got a size hundred and forty nine shoe,
but the one who’s throwin’ it all you’s ol’ Leon Krunchbone!
(Let your brain become an amusement park, baby…)
“I got seven wide silver slippers on Leon Krunchbone.
I got a big pink stadium full of ol’ Leon Krunchbones.
(All of ‘em singin’ in unison baby “Oig a Rumh! Oig a Rumph!”)
Got a rusty fat man on my knee, and a Chicasaw hat from Tennessee,
but the only one who believe’s me’s ol’ Leon Krunchbone!
(All Right Krunchbone, outta’ the closet, boy….An’re-rorzach that Yak while you’re at it!)
“I got seven red dinosaur laces on Leon Krunchbone.
I got a heavy water pitcher full of faces of Leon Krunchbone!
I got eleven elevated missionaries, an’ a bunch of words you ain’t findin’ in the dictionary,
but it’s all (ain’t nothin’) contrary to ol’ Leon Krunchbone!
(I spent my last dollar on gin!)
“I gotta’ dweezelenelanalasaddle ol’ Leon Krunchbone.
I got a fricknated givery lime in ol’ Leon Krunchbone.
Yeah relegatin’ Charlotte to the pin ball hall of an ‘ol remolated livezy ranger,
’cause everyody gonna’ be in danger of ‘ol Leon Krunchbone!
“Krunchbone gotcha”!! Hee! Hee!”
Ten points and a bread stick to anyone who can guess Krunchbone’s content-driven lyric. As Gene stated when we recorded the song: “You can understand a song via its content or its structure, of which this song has much more of one than the other.” Another ten points to anyone who can come up with a definition (v. trans.) for “dweezlenelanalasaddle.”
Well I Can
Henr Martin Well I Can
“Well you know…….
I’m a genuine……bona-fide……..
Shape shifting shamanistic
Metaphysical rock and roll medicine man,
and let me tell you……
what I can do!
Well I can line ‘yall up in a row and tie ‘yall up in a bow
And turn you all into a bunch of ol’
Bhuddist baby boys
Yeah I can!
Well I can tidy up all the tidy children and balance a lead balloon
Throughout the heliosphere,
Yeah I can……
And I can free all your gold
from a bold felt tooth
and bolt for the whole
nine yards…
But I can’t make
Republicans
Go Away!!!!!
“Well I can change the devil’s diapers
And arrange for an elemental
Yet serendipitous exchange
Of heavenly bodies
And bodily fluids
Yeah I can!!!!!
Well I can pleasure a humpback whale!
Yeah I can…….
And I can perpetuate the earth
In her whimsical
Free fall
Towards tomorrow,
Right on time……
But I can’t make
Republicans
Go Away!!!
“Oh juventesse, Oh Fillii!
I can become the crescendo echoing throughout
Demeter’s seventh heaven!
Yeah I can!
All wide-eyed and sky bound out there Hondo,
Just ticking off the possibilities……..
Does it say anything anyway?
Global warming’s here to stay.
But I can’t make
Republicans go away!”
