Walter Westinghouse went to town
He found a friend today
His friend was peeling ceiling wax as
He heard Walter say:

"Love me tender, love me sweet
Love me like I love my feet
Sit me down with Ezra Pound
But don't forget to eat.

Or cause a country boy to cook
A carrot or a cake
But don't forget the feelings
Of a friend are hard to fake."

He lives a life of April leaves
Respondent to the thought that

"Often things you caught or bought
Were not the ones you sought."

Now his December is a sender
Singing songs he knows
But all the words are:
"Cheese" and
"Please" and
"Boy, I hope it snows."

He buys the bacon, and the achin'
In his heart is due
To overcoats and Quaker Oats
And if his wife should sue.

Wanda Wanda where you went and
Tell me what'd you take?
I took the tongue of Philip Jung
And left it in the lake.
But, my dear, I think I fear
That you had lost your way.
Cause scrambled eggs,
Cause scrambled eggs,
Were all he'd let me bake.
He said, "Your trust is like a crust
Too brittle and too thin."
I said you're full of nigger nuts
And look like Rin Tin Tin.
Is common ground not ever found
But flees from dad to son?
Or is it just believing that the
Evening steals the sun.
I said your snoot is full of poot
And should be in a shoe
And then I said your stupid bed
Is better off than... you...

Oh, come home, Dear!
Eat Exuding Oinks Upon
And Bleed Decrepit Broken Bones
At Caustic Spells of Hell.
Huh, What's that, Dear? Huh?
Eat Exuding Oinks Upon
And Bleed Decrepit Broken Bones
At Caustic Spells of Hell! Eat Exuding Oinks Upon?
And Bleed Decrepit Broken Bones?
At Caustic Spells of Hell?
Yes, Eat Exuding Oinks Upon
And Bleed Decrepit Broken Bones
At Caustic Spells of Hell!

EatexudingoinksuponandbleeddecrepitbrokenbonesatcausticspellsofHELL!
EatexudingoinksuponandbleeddecrepitbrokenbonesatcausticspellsofHELL!
EatexudingoinksuponandbleeddecrepitbrokenbonesatcausticspellsofHELL!
EatexudingoinksuponandbleeddecrepitbrokenbonesatcausticspellsofHELL!
EatexudingoinksuponandbleeddecrepitbrokenbonesatcausticspellsofHELL!
EatexudingoinksuponandbleeddecrepitbrokenbonesatcausticspellsofHELL!
EatexudingoinksuponandbleeddecrepitbrokenbonesatcausticspellsofHELL!
EatexudingoinksuponandbleeddecrepitbrokenbonesatcausticspellsofHELL!
EatexudingoinksuponandbleeddecrepitbrokenbonesatcausticspellsofHELL!
He sees the threads of worn out treads
And calls his color true
And calls his color true
And calls his color true
And calls his color true
And calls his color true
And calls his color true
And calls his color true
And calls his color true
And calls his color true
And calls his color true
And calls his color true...


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    My InterpretationThe Residents' earlier lyrics were unabashedly nonsensical and dada-istic. They have said as much in interviews. Inspired by N Senada, they often wrote lyrics for their phonetic aesthetic, intentionally meaningless.
    stephen112on May 08, 2014   Link

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