A deed conceived and executed in cold blood,
A fact often remarked upon by the poets of the Romantic era,
A fiery lad, but then youth is fiery,
A'ight, Dragon Lady, we want that fuckin' money,
Afternoon, Sheriff,
Ah, ah, ah! No buts, dear boy, Do not repeat the error of thinkin',
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Come, come, come,
Ah!
And I now return to you to render our collective verdict,
And it strikes without regard to age, gender or race,
And Othar don't like that music neither,
And so you should, madam, So you should,
And they let Pickles out!
Are Holy Land!
As long, that is, as the secret stays with us,
Blood! Blood, Professor, blood! Blood, blood, blood!
Bring on the casket ain't too glad
But I know mischief when I see it, Now, I want an explanation, but first,
But recall, my dear boy, our respective functions in this enterprise,
By makin' him librarian of the state nervous hospital in Meridian,
Charge shoulda gone off already,
Chitra! Make sure that Humane fucker doesn't come over here, OK?
Come on
Come on
Come on, shine, yes! Come on, shine
Come to the professor,
Cut! Cut, cut, cut!
Desperate men, Mrs, Munson,
Do you need somethin' to eat, angel?
During the casino's hours of operation,
Each other's cares, each other's joys,
Enchanté, Mrs, Funthes, Allow me,
Fair enough, Here you go, Lump,
Get Garth,
Ha! Underground!
Have decreed that no gaming establishment shall be erected
Havin' blasted that little old rock to pieces durin' Mrs, Munson's choir practice,
He said to me, Goldthwait, you are not formed as other boys,
Here we go, OK, kiss of life,
Hut!
I believe it is traditional in such circumstances to draw straws,
I don't even want to say the word, Now, I won't say it twice,
I don't want to hear a single one of them stories, OK?
I Left My Wallet in El Segundo, Songs with the titles spelled all funny?
I love you, Mama, I'm sorry, Mama, I love you,
I said you've been mighty good
I smite, you smite, he smites, we done smote!
I thought maybe, you bein' a man of music, you'd be interested,
I'm not gettin' that shit, Fuck that! You're on your own there!
It ain't nothing for you to get squashed like a pumpkin
It is exigent as a matter of practical fact,
It's nothin' to make a fuss about, It's perfectly all right,
Just pretend her head's a casaba melon and the gun is a melon baller,
Let it shine on me Yeah!
Let the light from the lighthouse shine
Let us go back
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
Lo! In yon brilliant window niche
Lord, I'm troubled Oh, Lord, by my soul
Lump here is an avid collector of Indian arrowheads,
Many what, ma'am?
Maybe and I actually mentioned this to Mountain Girl, she agrees with me,
My youth, I was in church, I wasn't walkin' around fiery,
Nats, what?
No more weepin' and wailin'
No special pleading, No exceptions,
No, madam, no, no,
No, no, Ph, D, is a mark of academic attainment
Nothin', my ass! You got a dog there!
Now, if you not gon' fetch him, I guess I gotta call the police,
Now, wait a minute, You got some kind of band?
Of course, yes, My hand shall be forced,
Of life today
Oh, goddamn! Come on, girl, let me get one little peek,
Oh, my,
Oh, soon I will be done
Oh, yeah
On
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
On the bones of the backslidin' damned!
One, single, solitary cent to the satisfaction of this claim,
Or, or turned his lip to blowing the shofar?
Our music, however, is, uh, well, how shall I put this?
Shine on me
Shine on!
Shine on!
Shoulder to shoulder, from each according to his abilities,
So that people like you could have the vote,
Soon I will be done with the troubles of this world
Sure, Easiest thing in the world, I can whip up a little mortar in a snow saucer,
Sweet lord of mercy,
Than a horse could canter shy one leg,
That means me or the General,
The affair of an instant,
The door itself is of redoubtable Pittsburgh steel,
The gas mask is a whimsical concept,
The house is in apple pie order,
The owner knows all your names,
This muthafucka's hit the jackpot, Come on, girl,
Though I do believe that when you hear the explanation you shall laugh riotously,
To God
To look at Lump, you might wonder what specialized expertise
To smite is to remind we got to stop that decline
Trouble in, trouble out
Troubles of this world the Devil's in this world
Troubles of this world Troubles of this world
Turned out they really couldn't play,
Uh, Mrs, Munson?
We accomplished something on that day,
We happy few,
We have masonry and trowel,
We shall need a Hefty bag,
Well, a bunch of desperate men stole it and put it there, that's how!
Well, I do apologize, madam, but,
Well, inspired by the gospel, certainly,
Well, it's the human condition,
Well, something perhaps,
Well, soon I will be done with the troubles of this world
What the fuck?
What we say in this root cellar, let it stay in this root cellar,
Yeah ah ah
Yeah, soon I will be done
Yeah, soon I will be done with the troubles, yeah
Yeah, you know what? Bein' an asshole's a lifelong condition, too,
Yes
Yes
Yes, Ah!
Yes, I must confess,
You ain't no fuckin' man! Fuckin' a 60 year old with pigtails!
You,
You've got to let it shine
and relieved it of its treasure, Lord have mercy,
And then we could, Hello, Garth,
Come on now, let it Shine on
Gentlemen, please, Back the fuck up!
Gentlemen, please! I seen Virginia hams
Helps me with, damn near everything, Hey,
I don't believe I do, Well, he's a good boy and all,
I said shine on me Shine on
Let it shine Shine on
Let it shine on All night
Let us go back Let's go back to God
No, no, madam, I must strenuously, I'm sorry, it's just plain wrong,
Of hallowed troughs Let's go back to God
On Shine on
Shine Shine on
Shine Shine on!
Shine on me Shine on
Shine on me Shine on
Shine on me Shine on me
Yes'm, ******s!
You don't suppose I could ? Yes, ma'am?
You the man! Me the man?