Momus - Team Clermont lyrics

Come grasshopper let's tell the tale again
Of Team Clermont, five southern gentlemen
Their mission's indie music and their
Weapon is the phone
Battling indifference on the
College radio shows
To Hefner and The Creatures and
A host of other schmoes five southern men

Five ponchos, five sombreros, and a phone
The shadows of five horsemen
On the desert horizon
DJs who play Metallica tremble as they come
Saddlebags packed up with something
Deadlier than guns the new Kid Silver
Daniel Johnston and DJ Krush albums
Five southern men

Team Clermont men
Lucas, like Clint Eastwood in a tux
Brings lore straight from the
Back woods about what fish are best to f
(richochet) k jumps off his trusty steed and
Shoots the technicolor breeze
Right beside a cactus there on
His hands and knees
One too many Pabst Blue Ribbons on
Top of those green beans five southern men

Nelson is an outlaw tall and thin
He screeches like a parrot and you'll
Swear a bird flew in brian Bowen
Tall and free amongst the Georgia tumbleweed
With his plastic black rimmed glasses and
His jacket made of tweed
Thank goodness that's the style
Of a dying breed five southern men

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Grandpaw Jimmy, he's the long arm of the law
He spins yarns about the good old
Days of rock and roll
Ol' Bill Benson has a coffee
Mug forever in his hand
His goatee beard is gone but
That Pabst Blue Ribbon can
Still lingers on, still lingers on
Team Clermont men