Subject: Lyr Add: Bob Marleycorn (parody, obviously)
From:
GUEST,ClaireBear
Date: 02 Mar 05 - 10:37 AM
Gosh, a friend asked me to find this just yesterday -- and I did, complete with audio clip, at this site.
Here are the lyrics, in case the site disappears someday (couldn't have this deathless -- umm, poetry -- disappear, could we?).
BOB MARLEYCORN MUST DIE
Lyrics and music by Trickster
there were three men come from Jamaica
who smoked out with I and I
and these three men made a solemn vow
Bob Marleycorn must die
these Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers
were called Phineas, Franklin and Fred
they threw poor Bob Marleycorn down in the dirt
and put dead fish and shit on his head
they let him lie for a very long time
till he sprung up his head from the ground
and each day they'd bring out a garden hose
and spray him until he drowned
they let him stand until summer's end
when the Autumnal Equinox falls
and as soon as Sir Bob had become a man
they dragged him away by the balls
they've hired men with long dreadlocks
to uproot him from Mother Earth
they rolled him and then they set fire to him
and it filled them all with mirth
they've hired men with tie dye shirts
to pick all his cherries that were ripe
and Freewheelin Franklin served him worse than that
for he's smoked him up in a pipe
hooka looka dooka dee doo
I've got another bong load for you
hooka looka deeka doo dee
smoke that one up and pack one for me
what makes a man get high?
as red as an apple in the eye
what makes his mouth turn dry?
who's to blame?
it was the marijuana
hooka looka dooka doo dee
smoke that one up and pack one for me
hooka looka dooka dee doo
then I'll take a hit and load one for you
they rolled him around and around in a tray
separating him from his seed
they mixed him with chocolate, flour and eggs
and made a big batch of pot brownies
they hired their buds to grind him up
tearing his flesh from the bone
and Fat Freddy he has served him worse than that
for he ate the whole batch and got stoned
and little Sir Bob in a glass head bowl
and he's kind smoke inside a bong
and little Sir Bob in a joint they roll
has proved to be very strong
for the drummer can't drum and the singer can't sing
the Phinneas can't blow on his horn
Recorded by Loke E. Coyote on "Rhythms of Spring"
and the guitar player he can't pluck a string
without a little Marleycorn
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