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· ∙ -── T H E·-·W O R D S ─-- ∙ ·
·Rewritten·by·Black·Fox·
(1) - T O D E F Y T H E L A W S O F T R A D I T I O N -
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
(2) - G R O U N D H O G ' S D A Y -
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 cornchex
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 the 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
(3) - T O O M A N Y P U P P I E S -
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
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
(4) - M R . K N O W I T A L L -
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
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 elequent
Perfection is my middle name
And whatever rhymes with eloquent
(5) - F R I Z Z L E F R Y -
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 macramé
Against the face that's cut from stone
The white porcelain is screaming ayee
Thank god the boy is not alone
I don't believe in santa claus
I don't believe in spite
I have no use for beauty dolls
Especially on this night
I don't believe in miracles
I don't believe in lies
I don't believe in holograms
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 may 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 pinochile
And I don't believe I'll try
I do believe in captain crunch
For I am the frizzle fry
Yes I am the frizzle fry
(6) - J O H N T H E F I S H E R M A N -
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're 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 a 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!"
They do not hear his frantic mayday
And he says
"When I grown 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
(7) - Y O U C A N ' T K I L L M I C H A E L M A L L O Y -
(8) - T H E T O Y S G O W I N D I N G D O W N -
An overaged boy of thirty-nine has left the wing today
The first time in his life he's made that step
Be numbered by the society and plagued by insecurity
He's entered a race that must be won
One of the animals has left it's 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
We used to pull the stripers out of San 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
(9) - P U D D I N G T I M E -
You can have a lolly pop a 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 Fransisco 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
(10) - S A T H I N G T O N W I L L O B Y -
We are gathered here in these 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
(11) - S P E G E T T I W E S T E R N -
Why do we do this
CG and I?
Every night vegetables
Minds numbed up by THC
I've got my pen, CG the remote
Laurel and Hardy's the best bet at four am on a friday
No dreads about the working day after though
Funny thing about weekends when you're unemployed
They don't mean so much
except you get to hang out with your working friends
Well we got us a spaghetti western on 36
I like spaghetti westerns
I like the way the boots are all reverbed out
Walking across the hard wood 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...
(12) - H A R O L D O F T H E R O C K S -
It was a weekend's eve,
I had sex on my breath
I was lookin' for something 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 ever 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.
(13) - T O D E F Y -
- C R E D I T S -
Produced by Primus and Matt(Exxon) Winegar
Engineered by Ron Rigler
Second engineer Matt Murman
Recorded at Different Fur, S.F., Christmas '89
Mastered by John Golden, K-Disk, L.A.
Sculpture by Lance "Link" Montoya, Airbrushed by Snap
Cartooning by Snap
Jacket design and photography by Paul Haggard
Tim Alexander(Herb) Drums
Larry LaLonde Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar
Les Claypool Electric Bass, Electric Fiddle Bass, String Bass, Vocals
Fart Sandwich Posse: Trouz Cuevas, Mike Bordin, Clem Donahue, Deanne Franklin,
Brian Mantia, Flapjax Libby, Smiley
--"Calling John the Fisherman", Sathington Stomp
Todd Huth Second Acoustic Guitar on "Toys"
Sathington Willoughby Orchestra:
Todd Acoustic Guitar
Chunker Archtop Acoustic Guitar
Exxon Toy Piano
Herb Toy Organ
Snap Banjo, String Bass
Stan Hearne "This guy's pretty bizarre, Gus"
All songs written and arranged by Primus
Guitar Melodies on 1, 2, 3, 6, 9, 12, 13 by Todd Huth
All Lyrics by Claypool, Published by Sturgeon, (BMI)
All lyrics by Claypool
Special thanx to Susan and Howard for letting us spill bong water into their
console (The Exxon/Puffy Conspiracy)
Good Luck and Good Health to Sadie-O
And... A hearty "Hey, Hey, Hey..." to those who stood in the "hell line" at
the omni to see us bastards
"Later days, Willie Mays"
Management
David Lefkowitz
3470 Nineteenth Street
San Fransisco, California 94110
(C) and (P) 1990 Sturgeon, All rights reserved
- T R A C K L I S T -
(1) To defy the laws of tradition
(2) Groud hog's day
(3) Too many puppies
(4) Mr. Knowitall
(5) Frizzle Fry
(6) John the fisherman
(7) You can't kill Michael Malloy
(8) The toys go winding down
(9) Pudding time
(10) Sathington Willoby
(11) Spegetti western
(12) Harold of the rocks
(13) To Defy