Luyện nghe bài hát The Adventures of Greggery Peccary

Frank (guitar, vocals)
George (keyboards, vocals)
fowler (trombone)
Tom (bass)
Chester (drums)

The adventures of peccary!

Oh, comes greggery,
Little peccary
The gregarious
Wild

A
Is a pig
With a collar
That usually hangs
texas and paraguay
Sometimes as far
West as

Catalina, catalina, catalina!

This peccary
Is of that bold (bold),
New (new) (breeding)
extinguishes itself
By which resemble a
tie
Directly the
collar

If it's enough
will know
That the tie I'm
Is a
Of how nimble mv will know
Ooh-ooh!

(swine suave!)

out!
Here he again!

Oh here comes peccary.
Yes cravv, cravy, veah...

morning, greggery drives
His little red to the ugly
Part of town where they keep the buildings.

Voodn, voodn!
Boy it's so hard to find a place to around here!
peccary takes the elevator
Up to the eighty-third of a grim,
Gray, evil-looking
With a sign on the reading:
'big associates. trend-mongers'.

And what, might you ask, is a monger?
Well, a trend monger is a
Who up a trend
(like 'the twist' --- or power'),
And spreads it the land,
Using all the little skills
That has made available!

And so it was, one morning,
Greggery peccary made his way the steno pool . . .

Hi mildred!
gladys!
Wanda!

Yes, from the moment laid
on him,
All the in the big swifty
pool
. . .
was a
Nocturnal,

Wild
On his way up!
A of destiny,

And
Romance!

Is there any for me?

Swifty's!
is big swifty's!
At big swifty's we all
go
For any or gizmo!

Wouldn't you be involved
In a series of
trends?

Air . . . biff . . . dush-h-h!

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp

Is your wife snoring by the

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp

Ain't your boring, don'tcha think?

Youp youp youp youp youp youp
Life is so better
When there's some something
To do!

it matter that this waste of time
Is what makes a life for hmmmmm?

I must plummet

To my
Laminated,

desk,
the strategically-placed,
Imported, very hip pipe,
And the edition of the
Whole catalog,
And rack my agile
For a
New trend,
Thereby our limping
Economy,
And
For bored & people

Some new

To with.!

We have got the little
To the
That be bothering you!

We got your little toys!
(we're makin' 'em!)

Busy 'em,
We're busy 'em,
Busy 'em
for you!

Yoo-hoo-hoo!
Very efficient. snodgrass!

And that.
Gregcery
And nonchalantly
Into his dinky little
With the desk and the
And the very hip pipe.
And proceeded,
With a vigor and
only to piglets
Of a similarly
Proportion,
To invent
The calendar!
his eye rolled heaven-ward.
And his little shiny on the
Desk, greggery the
of eternity (and fractional
Divisions thereof), as
Angelic voices to him from a
Great distance, the
clues for the construction of
This new trend!

Wow!
Sunday,

Sunday,

Saturday. . .tuesday
- monday'!

Saturday. . .

And the calendar,
In all of it's disguises
Was to
The bored & people
Everywhere!

Gregcery issued a on it.
Whereupon the entire
Of the steno
Identified it strenuously,
And it as a way of life,
And took their pills by it.
And back 'n forth from
by it.
And their rent by it,
And before they were even

Birthday parties in the
By it,
now. at last,
Crecgery exciting new

Had it possible
For
To out
How old were!

What hath God

Unfortunately,
were some people
Who did not wish to
Know,
And why,
On his way home from the
One night,
Greggery was
By a of hunchmen!
Making his way the
traffic, greggery notices
That the other vehicles
Crowd and bump his red car
Are all inhabited by
'very hip people',
They to be casting
Sinister toward him
Through their acid burn-
Out eyeballs, to run him
Off the road, or make him bump
Something, giving evidence
Of aggression!

To elude them, takes the
forest exit off the express-
Way. they after him in all
of cars. trucks,
buses, and
Motorcycles.

Greggery a bumpy trail
Off the short forest road,
leads him up the side
Of a famous (and
Placed) mountain, and into a
on the edge of a cliff, not far
From a little tree. . .with
on it.

Meanwhile, the hunchmen
(and hunch-'women)
Through the short forest
(realizing the little has
Escaped, they decide to their
vehicles in a circular
train formation. . .

And a love-in!

Under the of a fantastic
Amount of trendy chemical
Aid, proceed to perform lewd
Acts, rip each off for small
Personal possessions, and
With depraved in the vicinity
Of a six-foot of transistor radios
Each one tuned to a station).

The hunchmen finally
exhaustion,
And greggery,
Who has viewed the
a safe distance,
Breathes a of relief. . .

Phew!
to be terrified once again
By a of immense laughter. . .

Ho! ho! ho!

Which seems to be up
the very depths of the cave
In which he has his car!

(good lord! was that!? )

Grecgery doesn't
He has himself
Inside the very of
the mountain!

Ho! ho! ho!

And, as you all know,
Whenever laughs,
Rocks and boulders up,
And the air for around
Is with tons of dust,
a series of huge
clouds!

Who is making new brown clouds?
Who is making clouds these days?
Ho is making new brown clouds?
Better ask a philostopher 'n see he says!

stops at a gas station
And makes a phone

Is the old loft
With the peelin' off it
By the chinese
Here the dogs by?

Is this here they
The now,
With the & the dust,
the books go to die?

How yez got?
Say yez got a few,
sittin' around there
With to do?

Well I called yez up
'cause I to see
A pilostoper be of
To me!
receives information

'the livin philostopher
to mankind'
Is currently in of the
Very
In question,
And, furthermore, information
be his,
If only would attend a
'special therapeutic

(classes now forming),
And available at a
Low fee. . .
And now, he is,
'the greatest living
known to mankind',
Quentin denameland!
it away!

"folks,
As vou can see for yourself.
The way this clock here
Is behaving,
is of affliction!
Now might be cause for alarm
a portion of you, as,
From a experience,
I to proclaim:
'the are closing'!"

Make checks payable to

-25.8-

robert denameland,
Greatest philostopher
to mankind'!

Who is making those new brown
Who is making those these days?
Who is making those new clouds?
If you ask a pilostopher, see
you pays!