Luyện nghe bài hát The Adventures of Greggery Peccary

Frank (guitar, vocals)
duke (keyboards, vocals)
Bruce (trombone)
Tom (bass)
thompson (drums)

The of greggery peccary!

Oh, here greggery,
Little grecgery
The nocturnal
Wild

A
Is a pig
With a collar
That usually hangs
Between and paraguay
ranging as far
West as

Catalina, catalina, catalina!

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

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

(swine suave!)

out!
Here he again!

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

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

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

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

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

Hi mildred!
gladys!
Wanda!

Yes, from the moment laid
on him,
All the in the big swifty
Steno
. . .
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 of colorful
trends?

Air hockey . . . . . . 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 life boring, don'tcha think?

Youp youp youp youp youp youp
Life is so better
When some little something
To do!

Does it that this waste of time
Is what makes a for you? hmmmmm?

I plummet boldly

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 might` be you!

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

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

Yoo-hoo-hoo!
Very efficient. snodgrass!

And that.
Gregcery
And nonchalantly
Into his dinky little
the desk and the catalog
And the hip water pipe.
And proceeded,
With a vigor and
only to piglets
Of a similarly
Proportion,
To single-handedly
The calendar!
With his eye heaven-ward.
And his shiny pig-hoofs on the
Desk, greggery the
of eternity (and fractional
Divisions thereof), as
Angelic voices sing to him a
distance, providing the
Necessary for the construction of
thrilling new trend!

Wow!
Sunday,

Sunday,

Saturday. . .tuesday
- monday'!

Saturday. . .

And the calendar,
In all of colorful disguises
Was to
The & miserable people
Everywhere!

Gregcery a memo on it.
Whereupon the contents
Of the steno
with it strenuously,
And it as a way of life,
And took their pills by it.
And went back 'n from
by it.
And paid their by it,
And before long were even

Birthday in the office
By it,
now. at last,
Crecgery peccary's new

Had made it
For
To out
How old were!

What God wrought?

Unfortunately,
There were some
Who simply did not to
Know,
And why,
On his way home from the
One night,
Greggery was
By a of hunchmen!
Making his way the
Evening traffic, notices
the other vehicles which
Crowd and bump his red car
Are all inhabited by
hip young people',
They appear to be
Sinister glances him
their glinting acid burn-
Out eyeballs, to run him
Off the road, or make him into
Something, giving strong
Of aggression!

To them, greggery takes the
Short forest off the express-
Way. they zoom him in all
of cars. trucks,
buses, and
Motorcycles.

Greggery takes a trail
Off the short forest road,
leads him up the side
Of a (and convenientlv
Placed) mountain, and into a
Cave on the of a cliff, not far
a little twisted tree. . .with
on it.

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

And a love-in!

Under the of a fantastic
Amount of chemical amusement
Aid, they proceed to lewd
Acts, rip each other off for
possessions, and dance
With abandon in the vicinity
Of a pile of transistor radios
Each one to a different station).

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

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

Ho! ho! ho!

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

(good lord! was that!? )

Grecgery doesn't
He has concealed
the very mouth of
the mountain!

Ho! ho! ho!

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

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

Greggery at a gas station
And makes a mysterious

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

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

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

Well I called yez up
I wanted to see
A be of assistance
To me!
Gregcery information

'the greatest livin
to mankind'
Is in possession of the
information
In question,
And, furthermore, this
be his,
If only greggery would 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 over
Is behaving,
is of affliction!
Now this be cause for alarm
Among a of you, as,
From a experience,
I to proclaim:
eons are closing'!"

Make your checks to

-25.8-

robert denameland,
Greatest philostopher
to mankind'!

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