I'm singing here tonight.
Please drop in and sing me.
I mean it, you hear? We'll shoot the breeze a bit, and maybe split a beer.
I'll always sing a song for you the best that I can.
You know I'll sing a song about a man.
Oh, man.
Oh, man.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Why did you go and live in Big Mammoth? Big Mammoth.
You left me finally, left me alone and so blue.
Please come back.
Big Jack.
Big Jack.
Come on back.
Come on back.
Make me happy, live with me, and be happy.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Why did you go and live in Big Mammoth? You left me finally, left me alone and so blue.
Please come back.
Big Jack.
Big Jack.
Come on back.
Come on back.
Make me happy, live with me, and Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Oh, me, oh.
Many most beautiful girls.
Why did you go and live in Big Mammoth? You left me finally, left me alone and so blue.
Please come back.
Big Jack.
Big Jack.
Come on back.
Come on back.
Make me happy, live with me, and Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Big Mammoth.
Who was the stars above? He was my man.
But he done me wrong.
Johnny played a little crazy drum bass.
So one night he picked up his case.
He said I've got a real knock down trio.
Just me and drums and bass.
Don't wait up for me.
We got a gig on TV.
Frankie broke out on Budweiser.
Turned on her new TV set.
She said that beat is real groovy.
But I ain't heard no trumpet yet.
That cat was gone.
He was real gone.
So I played it cool, because I'm no fool.
I went down to the corner where Johnny shoots food.
I said to the man with the rack in his hand, Where's my Johnny, because he ate with the vans.
I ain't gonna tell you no story.
I ain't gonna tell you no lie.
I saw Johnny about an hour ago, With a chick named Nellie Bly.
That chick was high, Like a big fat butterfly.
So I walked out on the sidewalk.
I tuned in my wrist radio.
I said I'm a -callin' Dick Tracy, Which way did my Johnny go? Then I heard a voice say, Just turn to the right.
Go on down till you see a red light.
Don't stop there, cause it ain't for you.
Just keep on walkin' down the avenue.
Then you take the first left, and you see an old shack.
You go down the alley and round to the back.
And up to the window you press your face.
And that's when you say, This must be the place.
So I went down to that alley.
I looked in that window so high.
I saw my sweet man Johnny, Making love to Nellie Bly.
I pulled my gun through that window, And took very carefully.
A shot or six times in his hard heart, Then a shot him nine times again.
What a crazy gun.
But now the job is done.
Please don't feel sorry for Johnny, Cause he made out very well.
The way that cat blew the trumpets, He stole the job from Gabriel.
He plays first chair.
That cat was really a square.
Frankie sat there in the courtroom.
Her dress was up over her knee.
Two hours later, her and the judge Were on a plane for gay parade.
She's got a new man.
Will he do me wrong? Yeah, she's got a new man.
Will he do her wrong? Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the wild frontier.
Davey, Davey Crockett, In western days the men were queer.
I'm only kidding, partner.
I'll give you such a grab, You'll wear a truff for two weeks.
I want you to know that I love the old west.
Cause my wife and I, My grandpappy was one of the west's first great settlers.
Before Alka Seltzer.
You better get the god damn sound over here Because we'll louse up your television show.
Grant went out west in 69.
That's a year, you know.
He had to come back in 70.
That was a room.
If we get that television, we'll all be honest.
You see, Grant got mixed up with an Indian tribe out there.
Here I am over here.
You want to ruin our talent? See, he got mixed up with this Indian tribe called the Irraqueers.
Oh boy, this will be a television show, won't it? See, the chief's name was Liberace.
Something queer in that right there.
I can't figure it out.
His squad's name was George.
Well, they had a lot of Indian maidens out there.
The reason Grant knew they were maidens, they hadn't won their first race yet.
Nothing.
Well...
Irene, good night.
Irene, good night.
Good night, Irene.
Good night, Irene.
I'll see you in my dreams.
Irene would make a perfect wife.
No man could ask for more.
She's deaf and dumb and over sex.
And owns a liquor store.
Irene, good night.
Irene, good night.
Good night, Irene.
Good night, Irene.
I'll see you in my dreams.
Can I sing now? Get out of here.
You're not getting the sound on this, are you? I wish I could sing.
Irene has no brains at all.
She went to a birth control ball.
She bought 17 devices in numerous sizes.
But nobody asked her at all.
Irene, good night.
Irene, good night.
Good night, Irene.
Good night, Irene.
I'll see you in my dreams.
Sometimes I sleep in pajamas.
Sometimes I sleep in a gown.
But when they're both in the laundry, I'm the talk of the town.
Irene, good night.
Irene, good night.
Good night, Irene.
Good night, Irene.
You're not kidding.
Here's where we get educational.
Girls, pay attention.
Irene has a big brassier.
Her damn thing's made of steel.
She gets her thrills from pneumatic drills.
And an off -center emery wheel.
Irene, good night.
Irene, good night.
Good night, Irene.
Good night, Irene.
I'll see you in my dreams.
I like to go out dancing.
Sometimes I get kind of stewed.
I have to get to bed by 12 so I can get home by 2.
Who's going with who over there? Irene, good night.
Irene, good night.
Good night, Irene.
Good night, Irene.
I'll see you in my dreams.
If this one don't wake them up, we're dead.
Irene hasn't any class.
But she has a beautiful ass.
Not round and pink, the way you guys think.
It's gray, has long ears, and eats grass.
Irene, good night.
Irene, good night.
Good night, Irene.
Good night, Irene.
Maybe the start of the blue at Brown the Jane came the way of a dying hearted tale and they played that as part of the blues and from a whippoorwill high on a hill they took a new love pushed into a heart for a silly boy into a blue bed and then they nursed it, they re -nursed it and gave us the news that the Southland gave birth to the blues
