"Buzzards of Green Hill" as written by and Les Claypool....
Johnny come lately, all through the county
They come from the city, out here to Green Hill
Driving like bastards
Stomping the throttle
The buzzards of Green Hill grow fat on road kill.

Little Fuzzy Wuzzy was a baby bear,
Little Fuzzy Wuzzy didn't have no hair,
Little Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy was he
But he didn't give a good hot damn.

Little Ruby had a purry kitty cat
Brother ran him off with a tee-ball bat
Out on the Green Hill the little kitty cat sat
'Til he met a '96 Dodge Ram.

Johnny come lately, all through the county
They come from the city, out here to Green Hill
Driving like bastards
Stomping the throttle
The buzzards of Green Hill grow fat on road kill.

Old John Donovon was drinkin' late
Took his car keys and taunted fate
Swervin' cross the interstate,
Crashed a mother and her son cold dead.

Took John Donovan hucked him in jail
He dipped in his wallet and posted bail
Headed back home before sunrise shine
And slept in his very own bed.

This little piggy won't cast a stone,
This little piggy won't pick the bone,
But these little piggies won't stand alone when justice needs to be fed.

Johnny come lately, all through the county
They come from the city, out here to Green Hill
Driving like bastards
Stomping the throttle
The buzzards of Green Hill grow fat on road kill.


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"Buzzards of Green Hill" as written by Les Claypool

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