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The Presidents Of The United States Of America

Back Porch (Live)

 

Back Porch (Live)

(album: Pure Frosting - 1998)


Yeah!
Drum solo.. drum solo!
Phil Rott!
Ladies and gentlemen.. Mr Phil Rott
Alright here's a song that we actually know
And we actually made it up
So I hope you actually enjoy it
and it goes actually like this
Happy with no teeth, happy here in hibernation
Slurping on a peach, staring at the situation
Kitty at my foot, meowing out a conversation
Rocking back 'n' forth, that's my only destination
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that.....
Meeeeeeeee-ow, wow, wow, wow
Got a two-string on my lap, total subsonic vacation
Got chicken on the drums, pounding out a perfect prescription
Got twenty little worms, all plug into amplification
Got fifteen hundred bass drum lugging bug-eyed monkeys
All arriving at the station
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that.....
Me me meeeee-ow whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm old.. I'm an old man
I took all my money
And I bought myself a little shacky-condominium outside of Syndey, Australia
I decided to retire here in Asustralia
Because it's so gosh-damn beatuiful
I love it so tenderly
So much it's just home
Oh so out for underneath the trees
Come a bunch of little chickies
And the buckets and the monkeys
With the one-string, no-string string, two-string guitars
"Hey Chris wanna jam?"
Sure, why not!
But I'm an old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that.....

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