Vocals and guitar:
Piano instrument:
Guitar instrument:
14
Tipping over a cow
Charles Lindbergh was a Nazi,
caramel and fudge; you learn
from the worst, give me
a hug. heading to the burger
king, a man for every season
draw a perfect circle,
discover you’re style;
canary singing His tune;
they’ve gone to Alaska—
the whores are trying too hard,
gold and timber for my trouble
Germans, as a whole, strung
out on amphetamines,
the kind that make you go
to Home depot and kill
your girlfriend; don’t look
at me like that—if looks
could kill? give me a minute
i need some more swill
My woman doesn’t know
who i am; take me to your
leader: tell me your plan:
don’t erase the budget, can’t
seem, now, to compromise
keep me in your pocket—
see His love rise: go beatitude
i was never faithful to you,
eating chicken tenders . . .
don’t be so crude right back
at you—this she-male is rude,
half-stupid, i think, make
no mistake about it
they used to drink;
that’s par for the course, angel
behind; look up to a pilot
now wipe him off the face
of the earth: two-tone
skin looking just right for me;
marry me a Jewess, pretend
i’m not racist; thinking
however, of taking over
the world—making a name
for myself, the only way I know
how, flying over the Atlantic,
or tipping over a cow