Hail Mary Mallon - Hang Ten lyrics

I've been having hallucinations

G-g-g-g-g-got style, I know the routine
A-all punks popping junk can't join my team
I I I I got style, I know the routine
A-all punks popping junk can't join my team

Down in the meadow with the hungry hound dog
With a sidecar helmet and 800 pound conch
Cradling a calico growling shift towards
The thorn in his paw and his call ignored
Falling on his sword so
That calling all guards
To the Zoot Suit Riot get
Your giants on guard
With a roof boost gesture rocky dive bombs
Eye of the goliath fly his Monty Pythons
Circusing his Burger King sesame seed bun
Fred parry berry with the weatherby re-runs
Rent-a-ski beach bum with the broken Oakleys
When he Hang Ten men for the locals only


Rowboat slowly to the Roanoke docks
And trade a musket for a
Bucket full of hobo socks
And a rose gold watch, and a rototom
And take a selfie with a
Selkie as a photobomb
He give it how he get it and he got it bad
A flare gun tucked in his locker latch
For the hell of it and benefit of Mrs white
In the kitchen with the television clicker
Right? No clue, no news, xanny tabs
Boat shoes, gold tooth, fanny packs
In some fancy pants and a stussy hat
Just because I'm motherfuckin'
Bringin' ugly back

I g-got style, I know th-I know the routine
Y'all punks popping junk can't join my team
I I I got style, I know the routine
Y'all punks popping junk can't join my team
G-g-got style, I know the routine
Y'all punks popping junk can't join my team
Got style, I know the routine-tine
All-all punks popping junk can't join my team

Down in the meadow darkening the heels
Of the down-and-out animals
Of dour day and sour mouth
Will empty from a crowded train
Oversee an evil plot
And blend in with the basic layman
Hey man, is that freedom rock? yeah man
It balances the give and
Take of spinning plates
While easing the transition from efficient
To a living grave
What started with a single flaming arrow
Would grow into a figure 8 of incubated ammo
In a blink, blammo, we cold packed the jam
No cold pack so Cro-Magnon man
Won't hold back homie
Start a cult, paint the world black
Old world magic
Of a re-imagined skull snaps hope
Nun bells ring for the plebian
Melted down slow and poured
Into a fringe medium
Picture it by poorly tinted sepia
Ensuring it's remembered as a
More important story than it really was
What it really is a culture of chameleons
Who muster up a hairy eyeball
Deep behind the peeling skin
Hold fam, declawed knee-high
House cats bred with tin cans pre-tied
Drink from the river
'til he return three eyed
Talkin back to a Beefheart B-side
If anybodies listening
I need a new apartment
Something spooky with a garden pardon

I g-got style, I know the routine
(You know what I mean)
Y'all punks popping junk can't join my team
Got style-got style
I know th-I know the routine
Y'all punks popping junk can't join my team
Got style-got style
I know th-I know the routine
Y'all punks popping junk can't join my team
Got style-got style
I know th-I know the routine
Y'all punks popping junk can't join my team

Man 1: Oh shoot man mallon startin' a
Fundraiser concert to save the bowling
Alley it's about time only Mallon can
Save this city from economic ruin
Woman: Holy shit! The Mallon boys
Are starting a fundraiser concert
For the bowling alley on Main? We gotta go!
Man 2: Oh dip, hail Mary Mallon are having
A fundraiser concert who
Am i gonna bring to this fundraiser concert?
British Man: Oh look
A fundraiser concert to save the alley
Man 3: Hey dude
You see that flyer for the fundraiser
Concert mallon is doin' it
For the bowling alley i love
A fundraiser concert lets go
Child: Fundraiser concert? Boring
Aesop Rock and Rob Sonic: Fundraiser Concert!