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

The of greggery peccary!

Oh, here greggery,
Little grecgery
The nocturnal
Wild

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

Catalina, catalina, catalina!

particular peccary
Is part of that (bold),
New (new) (breeding)
That extinguishes
By which resemble a
tie
Directly the
White

If it's white
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...

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

Voodn, voodn!
Boy so hard to find a place to park around here!
Greggery takes the elevator
Up to the floor of a grim,
Gray, building
With a sign on the reading:
swifty associates. trend-mongers'.

And what, might you ask, is a monger?
Well, a trend monger is a
Who dreams up a
(like twist' --- or 'flower power'),
And it throughout the land,
Using all the frightening little
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 girls in the big
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 we all know-ow-ow
go
For any or gizmo!

you rather be involved
In a of colorful
Time-wastinc

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

your life boring, don'tcha think?

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

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

I must plummet

To my
Laminated,

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

Some new

To with.!

We have got the little
To the
might` be bothering you!

We have got your toys!
(we're busy 'em!)

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

Yoo-hoo-hoo!
Very efficient. snodgrass!

And that.
turned
And nonchalantly
Into his dinky office
the desk and the catalog
And the very hip pipe.
And proceeded,
With a and determination
only to piglets
Of a similarly
Proportion,
To single-handedly
The calendar!
With his eye heaven-ward.
And his little pig-hoofs on the
Desk, ponders the
Question of (and fractional
Divisions thereof), as
Angelic sing 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!

issued a memo on it.
Whereupon the entire
Of the steno
Identified it strenuously,
And it as a way of life,
And took their little by it.
And went back 'n from
by it.
And their rent by it,
And before long were even

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

Had it possible
For
To out
How old were!

hath God wrought?

Unfortunately,
There some people
Who did not wish to
Know,
And why,
On his way from the office
One night,
was attacked
By a of hunchmen!
his way through the
Evening traffic, notices
the other vehicles which
Crowd and his little red car
Are all by slowly-aging
hip young people',
They appear to be
Sinister glances him
Through their glinting acid
Out eyeballs, to run him
Off the road, or make him bump
Something, strong evidence
Of aggression!

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

Greggery takes a bumpy
Off the main forest road,
leads him up the side
Of a (and convenientlv
Placed) mountain, and a strange
Cave on the of a cliff, not far
From a twisted tree. . .with
on it.

Meanwhile, the hunchmen
(and hunch-'women)
Through the forest until
(realizing the little has
Escaped, they to park their
Steaming in a circular
Pseudo-wagon formation. . .

And a love-in!

Under the of a fantastic
of trendy chemical amusement
Aid, they to perform lewd
Acts, rip other off for small
possessions, and dance
With depraved in the vicinity
Of a pile of transistor radios
one tuned to a different station).

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

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

Ho! ho! ho!

seems to be rumbling up
From the very of the cave
In he has hidden his car!

(good lord! was that!? )

doesn't realize
He has himself
the very mouth of
the mountain!

Ho! ho! ho!

And, as you all know,
Whenever laughs,
and boulders hack up,
And the air for around
Is filled with of dust,
Forming a series of
clouds!

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

Greggery stops at a gas
And makes a phone

Is the old loft
With the paint off it
By the chinese
the dogs roll by?

Is this here keep
The now,
the rugs & the dust,
Where the go to die?

How yez got?
Say yez got a few,
Just sittin' there
nothin' to do?

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

'the livin philostopher
Knon to
Is currently in of the
information
In question,
And, furthermore, information
be his,
If greggery would attend a
therapeutic group

(classes now forming),
And available at a
Low fee. . .
And now, he is,
greatest living philosto-
Pher to mankind',
robert denameland!
it away!

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

Make your payable to

-25.8-

robert denameland,
Greatest philostopher
to mankind'!

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