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Filipino Box Spring Hog

Höfundur lags: Tom Waits Höfundur texta: Tom Waits Flytjandi: Tom Waits Sent inn af: cazteclo
Well I [Em]hung on to Mary's stump,
I danced with a soldiers [D]glee
With a [Em]rum-soaked crook, and a big fat laugh,
I spent my last [D]dollar on thee
I [Em]saw Bill Bones, gave him a yell,
Kehoe spiked the [D]nog  
With a [Em]chain link fence and a scrap-iron jaw

[D]Cooking up a Filipino [Em]Box Spring Hog
[D]Cooking up a Filipino [Em]Box Spring Hog
[D]Cooking up a Filipino [Em]Box Spring Ho-o-o-g [Em]    [D]    

[Em]Spider rolled in from Hollister Burn
on a one-eyed, stolen [D]mare
[Em]Donned himself with the chicken fat,
sawin' on a jawbone violin [D]there
[Em]Kathleen was sitten down in
little Red's recovery room,
In her [D]criminal underwear bra
I was [Em]naked to the waist
with my fierce black hound, and I'm

[D]Cooking up a Filipino [Em]Box Spring Hog
[D]Cooking up a Filipino [Em]Box Spring Hog
[D]Cooking up a Filipino [Em]Box Spring Ho-o-o-g [Em]    [D]    

[Em]Dig a big pit in a dirt alley road,
fill it with madrone and [D]bay  
[Em]Stinks like hell and the neighbours complain,
don't give a [D]hoot what they say
You gotta [Em]slap that hog
Roll him over twice
Gotta [D]baste him with a sweeping broom
You gotta [Em]swat them flies, and chain up the dogs

[D]Cooking up a Filipino [Em]Box Spring Hog
[D]Cooking up a Filipino [Em]Box Spring Hog
[D]Cooking up a Filipino [Em]Box Spring Ho-o-o-g[Em]    [D]    

[Em]Rattlesnake piccatta with grapes and figs,
Old Brown Betty with a [D]yellow wig
'[Em]Tain't the mince-meat filigreeee,
and it ain't the t[D]urkey-neck stew
And it [Em]ain't them bruleed ochra seeds,
tho' she [D]made them special for you
[Em]Worse won a prize for the bottom-black pie,
the beans got thrown to the [D]dawgs,
[Em]Je-he-sius Christ, I can always make room

[D]Cooking up a Filipino [Em]Box Spring Hog
[D]Cooking up a Filipino [Em]Box Spring Hog
[D]Cooking up a Filipino [Em]Box Spring Ho-o-o-g
[D]Cooking up a Filipino [Em]Box Spring Ho-o-o-g

Well I hung on to Mary's stump,
I danced with a soldiers glee
With a rum-soaked crook, and a big fat laugh,
I spent my last dollar on thee
I saw Bill Bones, gave him a yell,
Kehoe spiked the nog
With a chain link fence and a scrap-iron jaw

Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Ho-o-o-g

Spider rolled in from Hollister Burn
on a one-eyed, stolen mare
Donned himself with the chicken fat,
sawin' on a jawbone violin there
Kathleen was sitten down in
little Red's recovery room,
In her criminal underwear bra
I was naked to the waist
with my fierce black hound, and I'm

Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Ho-o-o-g

Dig a big pit in a dirt alley road,
fill it with madrone and bay
Stinks like hell and the neighbours complain,
don't give a hoot what they say
You gotta slap that hog
Roll him over twice
Gotta baste him with a sweeping broom
You gotta swat them flies, and chain up the dogs

Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Ho-o-o-g

Rattlesnake piccatta with grapes and figs,
Old Brown Betty with a yellow wig
'Tain't the mince-meat filigreeee,
and it ain't the turkey-neck stew
And it ain't them bruleed ochra seeds,
tho' she made them special for you
Worse won a prize for the bottom-black pie,
the beans got thrown to the dawgs,
Je-he-sius Christ, I can always make room

Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Ho-o-o-g
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Ho-o-o-g

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