Frank (guitar, vocals) George (keyboards, vocals) Bruce (trombone) Tom (bass) Chester (drums)
The adventures of peccary!
Oh, here greggery, grecgery peccary The gregarious Wild
A Is a pig With a white That usually around texas and paraguay Sometimes as far as catalina
Catalina, catalina, catalina!
This peccary Is of that bold (bold), New (new) (breeding) That itself By markings which a tie Directly the collar
If it's white Everyone will the tie I'm wearing Is a Of how nimble mv will know Ooh-ooh!
(swine suave!)
out! Here he again!
Oh here greggery peccary. Yes cravv, cravy, veah...
Every morning, drives His little red to the ugly of town where they keep the government buildings.
Voodn, voodn! Boy it's so to find a place to park around here! peccary takes the elevator Up to the floor of a grim, Gray, building a sign on the front reading: 'big associates. trend-mongers'.
And what, might you ask, is a trend Well, a trend is a person Who dreams up a (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 made his way through 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 trends?
Air . . . biff . . . dush-h-h!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp
Is your wife by the sink?
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 better When there's some something To do!
Does it that this waste of time Is what a life for you? hmmmmm?
I must boldly To my Laminated, desk, the strategically-placed, Imported, hip water pipe, And the edition of the Whole catalog, And my agile mind For a New trend, Thereby our limping Economy, And For bored & miserable Some new To with.!
We have got the little To the That might` be you!
We got your little toys! (we're makin' 'em!)
makin' 'em, We're makin' 'em, Busy 'em for you!
Yoo-hoo-hoo! Very efficient. snodgrass!
And that. Gregcery And nonchalantly Into his dinky office the desk and the catalog And the very hip pipe. And proceeded, With a and determination Known to piglets Of a diminutive Proportion, To single-handedly The calendar! his eye rolled heaven-ward. And his little pig-hoofs on the Desk, greggery the of eternity (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 & miserable people Everywhere!
issued a memo on it. Whereupon the contents Of the pool Identified it strenuously, And it as a way of life, And took their little by it. And went back 'n from by it. And paid rent 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, were some people Who simply did not to Know, And why, On his way home the office One night, was attacked By a of hunchmen! his way through the Evening traffic, greggery That the other vehicles Crowd and bump his red car Are all by slowly-aging hip young people', They appear to be Sinister toward him Through their glinting burn- Out eyeballs, to run him Off the road, or make him into Something, giving strong Of aggression!
To elude them, greggery the Short forest exit off the Way. zoom after him in all of cars. trucks, buses, and Motorcycles.
Greggery takes a bumpy Off the main short road, Which him up the side Of a (and convenientlv 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 Pseudo-wagon formation. . .
And a love-in!
the influence of a fantastic Amount of chemical amusement Aid, they proceed to perform Acts, rip each off for small possessions, and dance With depraved in the vicinity Of a pile of transistor radios one tuned to a different station).
The hunchmen finally exhaustion, And greggery, Who has the proceedings a safe distance, Breathes a of relief. . .
Phew! Only to be terrified again By a roar of laughter. . .
Ho! ho! ho!
seems to be rumbling up From the depths 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, and boulders hack up, And the air for around Is filled with of dust, Forming a of huge clouds!
Who is making those new clouds? Who is those clouds these days? Ho is making those new brown Better ask a philostopher 'n see he says!
Greggery stops at a gas And a mysterious phone
Is the old loft the paint peelin' off it By the police Here the roll by?
Is this here keep The now, With the & the dust, Where the go to die?
How many yez Say yez got a few, Just around there With to do?
Well I just yez up I wanted to see A pilostoper be of To me! Gregcery information 'the greatest philostopher to mankind' Is currently in of the information In question, And, furthermore, information be his, If only greggery would a 'special therapeutic (classes now forming), And at a special 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 clock over Is behaving, is of affliction! Now this might be cause for a portion of you, as, From a experience, I to proclaim: eons are closing'!"
Make checks payable to
-25.8-
'quentin denameland, Greatest philostopher to mankind'!
Who is those new brown clouds? Who is making those clouds days? Who is making new brown clouds? If you ask a pilostopher, see you pays!