"To Defy The Laws of Tradition" m. Les Claypool, Todd Huth, Tim "Herb" Alexander l. Les Claypool Frizzle Fry (1990), They Can't All Be Zingers (2006) What if Christmas didn't come this year and no one paid for Christmas cheer? Who would cry the biggest tear, the child or the store? Why do brides wear virgin white? Most do not deserve that right But to choose a color of their delight would surely bring on the frowns To defy the laws of tradition is a crusade only of the brave Suppose the taxman, he comes to town, and you don't lay your money down Yet Mr. Jones he killed Mr. Brown the other day Well, I wonder, who's gonna go to hell "Groundhog's Day" m. Les Claypool, Todd Huth, Tim "Herb" Alexander l. Les Claypool Suck On This! (1989), Frizzle Fry (1990) When I woke up this mornin' I felt a pang, I was hungerin' for some apple pie Stumble in the bathroom, hung my hog a little bit, washed the sleep out of my eye Oh yeah, it's gonna be a fine day Scratched myself a bit, poured me out a bowl-a corn chex Closest thing I could find to apple pie Lingerin' taste of toothpaste made the milk go down a bit funny, But you know, them chex they do satisfy Oh yeah, this'll be a fine day So, after my mornin' rise-n-shine and eat-n-clean, had my mind set to hit them streets Drizzle from the night left cold puddles out Had my black stomp-boots on my feet, it's my day Since I was in kneepants, my pop had tried to make me realize If I set my mind down to it, I could be a big man in the public eye So with my big blue collar on, I set out to find the easy way What an ice cold bath it was when I found you had to pay to play To taste the taste, it's a tease that never would subside The taste is strong, but soured by my learned eyes Well, if a woodchuck could chuck wood, he'd get down on his knees to pray This little snappy boy might see the light this ground hog's day "Too Many Puppies" m. Les Claypool, Larry Lalonde, Tim "Herb" Alexander l. Les Claypool Frizzle Fry (1990), Rhinoplasty (1998), They Can't All Be Zingers (2006) Too many puppies are being shot in the dark Too many puppies are trained not to bark. At the sight of blood that must be spilled so that we may maintain our oil fields. Too many puppies. Too many puppies are taught to heal, too many puppies are trained to kill. On the command of men wearing money belts That buy mistresses sleek animal pelts. Too many puppies. Too many puppies with guns in their hands, too many puppies in foreign lands Are dressed up sharp in suits of green and placed upon the war machine. Too many puppies are just like me, too many puppies are afraid to see. The visions of the past brought to life again, too many puppies, too many dead men. "Mr. Knowitall" m. Les Claypool, Larry Lalonde, Tim "Herb" Alexander l. Les Claypool Frizzle Fry (1990) They call me Mr. Knowitall, I will not compromise. I will not be told what to do, I shall not step aside. They call me Mr. Knowitall, I have no time to waste. My mouth it spews pure intellect and I've such elegant taste. They call me Mr. Knowitall, I sip the aged wine. Oh I could tell such wondrous tales if I should find the time. I must be Mr. Knowitall, for ideas they come in bounds. I am Mr. Knowitall, so spread the word around. They call me Mr. Knowitall, I am so eloquent. Perfection is my middle name and whatever rhymes with eloquent. "Frizzle Fry" m. Les Claypool, Todd Huth, Tim "Herb" Alexander l. Les Claypool Suck On This! (1989), Frizzle Fry (1990) Hello all you boys and girls, I'd like to take you to the inside world It's quite an irregular place to be, but never fear you're safe with me, well, maybe Golden hair of macrame' against the face that's cut from stone The white porcelain is screaming Ayee, thank God the the boy is not alone I don't believe in Santa Claus, I don't believe in spite I have no use for beauty dolls, especially on this night I don't believe in miracles, I don't believe in lies I don't believe in hologram, for I am the Frizzle Fry Andy's painting green again, this time they might take him away When Barrington starts to breathe again, it way just take us all away I don't believe in charity, I don't believe in sin And if you don't believe in me, we'll play this tune over again I don't believe in pinochle and I don't believe I'll try I do believe in Captain Crunch, for I am the Frizzle Fry, yes I am the Frizzle Fry. "John The Fisherman" m. Les Claypool, Todd Huth, Tim "Herb" Alexander l. Les Claypool Suck On This! (1989), Frizzle Fry (1990), They Can't All Be Zingers (2006) When he was young, you'd not find him doing well in school His mind would turn unto the waters. Always the focus of adolescent ridicule, he has no time for farmer's daughters. Alienated from the clique society, a lonely boy finds peace in fishing. His mother says, "John this is not the way life's supposed to be Don't you see the life that you are missing?" And he says..."When I grow up I want to be, one of the harvesters of the sea. I think before my days are done, I want to be a fisherman." Now years gone by we find man that rules the sea He sets out on a dark May morning. To bring his catch back to this small community, he doesn't see the danger dawning. Four hours up, oh the ocean swelled and swelled, the fog rolled in it started raining. "The starboard bow. Oh my God we're going down!" They do not hear his frantic mayday. And he says..."When I grow up I want to be one of the harvesters of the sea. I think before my days are done, I want to be a fisherman. I'll live and die a fisherman." Calling John the Fisherman. "You Can't Kill Michael Malloy" m. Matt Winegar Frizzle Fry (1990) Instrumental "The Toys Go Winding Down" m. Les Claypool, Larry Lalonde, Todd Huth, Tim "Herb" Alexander l. Les Claypool Frizzle Fry (1990) An overaged boy of thirty-nine has left the wing today The first time in his life he's made that step Be numbed by the society and plagued by insecurity He's entered in a race that must be won One of the animals has left its cage today in search of better things so it seems to be But in this land of polyurethane, things are apt to get a bit hot As the toys go winding down C.G. the Mexican is a friend of mine We used to sit around the house watching Evil Dead Talking about the way it used to be. We used to pull the stripers out of Sand Pablo bay Now the delta waters go down So. Cal. and the stripers start to fade away It's pudding time! It's pudding time! As the toys go winding down "Pudding Time" m. Les Claypool, Larry Lalonde, Tim "Herb" Alexander l. Les Claypool Suck On This! (1989), Frizzle Fry (1990) You can have a lolly pop, a candy bar a jelly bean I'll buy you a rainbow to hang above your door It's pudding time Laughter is a sweet, you can't put a price on When laughter's all gone, Daddy won't buy you more It's pudding time, it's pudding time children Money money money, to buy you things, daddy's gonna buy you a diamond ring Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the kings horses and all the kings men couldn't put Humpty together again San Francisco bay the striped bass are dying But you're gonna get that brand new bike Oh joy, it's pudding time, it's pudding time children. "Sathington Willoughby" m. Les Claypool, Larry Lalonde, Tim "Herb" Alexander l. Les Claypool Frizzle Fry (1990) We are gathered here today in these majestic halls of old To honor a man they call Sathington Willoby There's a joke or two, A pun or three, I feel that must be told Then I go on to soeak of Sathington Willoby Sathington Willoby, the legislator that penned us up a bill That banned the use of certain things like this and that "Spegetti Western" m. Les Claypool, Larry Lalonde, Tim "Herb" Alexander l. Les Claypool Frizzle Fry (1990) Why do we do this C.G. and I? Every night vegetables, minds numbed up by THC. I've got my pen, C.G. the remote Laurel and Hardy's the best bet at four A.M. on a Friday No dreads about the working day Funny thing about weekends when you're unemployed They don't quite mean so much Except you get to hang out with all your working friends Well we got us a spaghetti western on 36, I like spaghetti westerns I like the way the boots are all reverbed out walking across the hardwood floors In fact, everything's got that big reverb sound Well what'll I do now? Go to sleep, pull the pud, we need new pornos Well, I guess I'm still writing... "Harold of The Rocks" m. Les Claypool, Todd Huth, Tim "Herb" Alexander l. Les Claypool Suck On This! (1989), Frizzle Fry (1990) It was a weekend's eve, I had sex on my breath, I was lookin' for somethin' to see. With a borrowed black leather and my best fishin' hat Well, it was just Wendy O. and me. We called old Swamp up on the telephone And said we was comin' on down to pick him up And then, he said, "Hey Swampy, me and Greeny'll come along...but only if we can bring a friend. His name is Harold." I said "Okay." Now, we had a Swamper, Greeny, Wendy O, Stanley, Harold of the Rocks and me. We hopped into my dart and headed for the nightbreak To see a man they call Schooly D. Harold he's a friendly guy, he rambles on and on, he'll talk the balls off a rhinosaurus. Fact is, he just doesn't make much sense. "Well", Stan said. "This guy's pretty bizarre, Gus." Harold of the Rocks. I saw Harold at a party Trouzy threw late one night. I said, "hey man, do you remember me?" He said, "O' course I do Snapdad and let me tell ya right 'bout now I'm lit up like an ol' Christmas tree. Hey bro you know I'd like to thank you once again For let'n me hang with ya' all across the bay. When I look back at that night I get me a warm spot across my heart." Then he shook my hand, and walked away, that's the last I seen of Harold. Harold of the Rocks. So in the end, Swamper and Greeny finally succumb to the ways of Harold. And in doing so each gave just a little bit of his soul away. What a couple of dumbshits. "To Defy" m. Les Claypool, Todd Huth, Tim "Herb" Alexander Frizzle Fry (1990) Instrumental