Mathew ~ Ch.s 5 thru 7
Footprint Fifty-One
Let me tell you
about the
Wanna-be Monk and the
Levitating Tramps ~
I admit there's lots
of demons
floatin' around in
them river camps ~
Theft, rape, murder
and the illegal
bartering
of Food Stamps ~
Amongst all kinds
of losers
with disabilities
and belly cramps ~
And there's all kinds
of demons
hot as flames lickin' at wood
too ready to burnnnnnnn ~
Scuttling in n' out of
the mission
in the desert on this
planet of No Returnnnnnnn ~
But you
just
gotta
smile ~
Every once
in
a
while ~
At
what
happens
there ~
And more
or
less
jus' kinda care...
Footprint Fifty-Two
Lady Poverty
come
walkin'
down the lane ~
In her
second-hand dress
so humble
sooooooo plain ~
Her eyes cast
down
upon the
trodden ground ~
Jus'
walkin'
along
heaven bound ~
When I said
"hello"
n' she
looked up at me ~
Her dark eyes
put
a tremble
in my knee ~
To such an
un-
fathom-
able degree ~
I kneeled
down
n' asked her to
marry me ~
Since then other
women
have
come n' gone ~
When I mow
the grass
I never
own the lawn ~
When I start to
get rich
I just
get kinda bored ~
Throw it all
away
n' thank
the Holy Lord ~
For the
Love Peace n' Free-
dom that
Lady Poverty ~
Keeps on
giv-
ing
to me-ee-ee-ee-eeeeeee...
Footprint Fifty-Three
Ohhhhhhh
the
lightning
was glowing ~
The
thunder
was
flowing ~
The
clouds
were
bowling along ~
The rain was
stinging
n'
pinging ~
Their hand-me-down
shirts
were
clinging ~
The
tramps
were
singing a song ~
Our
one n' only
wanna-be
monk ~
His
nose
was
sunk ~
Ker
plunk
into
a book ~
That talked
like
a
babbling brook ~
Skoobee
doobee
doobee
dooooooo ~
A book 'dat told him
all about
'de one n' only
Youuuuuuu!
Howwwwwww
you're
voyaging
alonnnnnnng ~
Singing
a
merry
sonnnnnnng ~
Yes, dear reader, with
two mice
nicknamed
Tip n' Dip ~
In
a
rudderless
clipper ship ~
Act-
in'
the
fool ~
Think-
in'
it's
cool ~
Giving no damn
a-
bout
who you hurt ~
You ought to
kneel down
with
your face in the dirt!!!
Pray
and
re-
pent!!!
Before
your
life
is spent...
Footprint Fifty-Four
Well well well
the
night
was hot ~
The
day
was
shot ~
The
storm
brewed
alonnnnnnng ~
As Wanna Be read
his holy book
and the tramps sang
their holy sonnnnnnng...
Footprint Fifty-Five
Lawdy
dawdy
da da
dohhhhhhh ~
This evening
is shorr
passing
slowwwwwww ~
T'was one minute
to one
at least
an hour agooooooo ~
T'is still
one minute
to one
ho ho hooooooo...
