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
They always call him Hendershot

Walking down the side streets of SoHo
Chances are you'll bump into our friend
That's Hendershot

Sitting on a blanket near Saint Marks
is a man selling handbags he gets from
But he doesn't call him Hendershot

Lyrics submitted by JAStewart

Hendershot Lyrics as written by Les Claypool

Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

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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.

    amberwideneron January 18, 2005   Link
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    This song is amazing, a flamenco Les claypool piece? Awesome.

    JAStewarton January 31, 2005   Link

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