its amazing how far music can come.. 24 years after it released and its one of the most heartfelt songs ive heard
Reba sink a boulder in the water
Reba tie a cable to a tree
Reba stuck in a game of lipstick perfume flypaper
Reba press a razor to a slide cross a needle with a prune
Knee deep in the motel tub
Reba dangle ladle form her lip
Dip
Sip
Reba babble to the nag with the lipstick perfume
Mutter to a farmer in a truck
Take a peek at the cheetah, Reba
Cheetah on the prowl in a cage
Sink a boulder in the water
Tie a cable to a tree
Mutter "nature" to the nag
With the lipstick perfume
Reba flush a fleshfarm leftover
Thunder in a circle
Down the pipes
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Reba put a stopper in the bottom of the tub
Picked up a jar, unscrewed the top
And watched it drop into the water
A little scoop of plaster mix
Some coffee grounds and mud
And then she stirred it with the ladle
That her Grandmother had bought her
Threw in a pot of melted wax
A forefoot and a hoof
Apple core, worms galore
And a can of some corrosive
Coconuts and chloroform
Some wicker and some cork
Toxic waste, some purple paste
She hoped was not explosive
Reba dip a ladle for a taste of her creation
And she knew that what she make
Would be the finest in the nation
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Reba tie a cable to a tree
Reba stuck in a game of lipstick perfume flypaper
Reba press a razor to a slide cross a needle with a prune
Knee deep in the motel tub
Reba dangle ladle form her lip
Dip
Sip
Reba babble to the nag with the lipstick perfume
Mutter to a farmer in a truck
Take a peek at the cheetah, Reba
Cheetah on the prowl in a cage
Sink a boulder in the water
Tie a cable to a tree
Mutter "nature" to the nag
With the lipstick perfume
Reba flush a fleshfarm leftover
Thunder in a circle
Down the pipes
Bag it
Tag it
Sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it
Tag it
Sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it
Tag it
Sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it
Tag it
Sell it to the butcher in the store
Reba put a stopper in the bottom of the tub
Picked up a jar, unscrewed the top
And watched it drop into the water
A little scoop of plaster mix
Some coffee grounds and mud
And then she stirred it with the ladle
That her Grandmother had bought her
Threw in a pot of melted wax
A forefoot and a hoof
Apple core, worms galore
And a can of some corrosive
Coconuts and chloroform
Some wicker and some cork
Toxic waste, some purple paste
She hoped was not explosive
Reba dip a ladle for a taste of her creation
And she knew that what she make
Would be the finest in the nation
Bag it
Tag it
Sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it
Tag it
Sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it
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Sell it to the butcher in the store
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I agree with x0nix. The jam is awesome. The whistling part is the best.
Phish, you pot induced bastards, I love you.