Footprint Fifty-Six
I
wan-
na
beeeeeee ~
I
wan-
na
beeeeeee ~
In
u-
ni-
tyyyyyyy ~
With thee
All-
might-
yyyyyyy!!!
Footprint Fifty-Seven
My soul
seems
to
be ~
Dead set
a-
gainst
me ~
Workin'
on
this
thing ~
This
end-
less
thinnnnnnng ~
Oh
I
wonder
why ~
Was
it
some
half-baked lie ~
'Dat
I
done
told ~
That my conscience
can-
not
hold?
An authoree
should
nevah!
get down ~
Never
never
never
get down ~
On
the
sanctity
of the reader ~
A "void" on
the
authoree's
writing meter ~
Tellin'
YOU
to
repent!
Jus' cuz'
yer
short
one red cent!
Jeeeeeeeze
have
mercy on
me ~
How can this
out-
law-
ry be?
Well
well
well
well ~
I
was
gonna
tell ~
Yuh all about
this town stuck
out
here in hell ~
Episode after episode
but
my bell!
my bell!
It
will
not
ring ~
Damn
rusty
old
thing...
Footprint 58
I
was
gonna
tell ~
I
was
gonna
tell ~
All 'bout
this town
built
in hell ~
But
damn
my
bell ~
Whoops!
this
old tug
too ~
Let
me
tell
you ~
We're
fly-
in'
now ~
Thru all 'dis
sweltering
bluuuuuuue
some how...
Footprint 59
Damn thing
done plucked itself
outta
the ground ~
Now
it's
floatin'
around ~
In
a
purple
haze!
In
a
purple
daze!
Blow, angels, blow
on all
ye
golden trumbones ~
Inside this floatin' tug
grins
old
Skull n' Bones ~
Blow, angels, blow
away
this
purple funk ~
There goes another
run-a-way
Wanna
Be Monk ~
Blow,
angels,
blow
!
Look at
that
purple
glow!
Blow,
angels,
blowwwwwww
!
Look at
this
tug
boat gooooooo!!!
Make all kinds of
music the world will
nevah!
understand ~
See You Later Clyde
is floatin'
across
a desert land...
~ Jimi ~