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!