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Lonely, homely boy they called him Lucy
Mama's little man
And she calls him Hendershot
His mama called him Hendershot
Be seen and not be heard, they told him
He grew into a big man they call
Hendershot
They always call him Hendershot
Walking down the side streets of SoHo
Chances are you'll bump into our friend
Hendershot
That's Hendershot
Sitting on a blanket near Saint Marks
is a man selling handbags he gets from
Hendershot
But he doesn't call him Hendershot
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Submitted by
jastewart On Dec 31, 2004
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This is by far my favorite song by Les Claypool. He is such a great lyracist and th ebest bass player of all time. How can someone be so abstact and absurd so consistantly? I am sure that his songs have meanings to him - but I really think that he is just in the business to have fun and write fun entertaining music. He is a true artist in every sence of the word.
@amberwidener wow almost 20 years ago, still your favorite after all the new material? I came looking to see what the last guy called Hendershoot, was it Lucy? A rare moment where I'm not catching the drift. 😂
@amberwidener wow almost 20 years ago, still your favorite after all the new material? I came looking to see what the last guy called Hendershoot, was it Lucy? A rare moment where I'm not catching the drift. 😂
This song is amazing, a flamenco Les claypool piece? Awesome.