Let's all go to the ol' back room And pray for no blue food Bull Durham and the second coming At the altar of pinto beans Put the best of the worst on first my friend And the worst of the best on last The inebriated church of the Latter-day drunk For sheep as opposed to goat Gut string low bass tone Bust your gall stone buddy From the tune of the very same name Well the story of big bull fiddle fun Which of these knobs controls the boom (A-boom bup-pa-boom boom boom...) Out of the the water ye are blown To next week, I'll be back Let's all go to the ol' back room And pray for no blue food Bull Durham and the second coming At the altar of pinto beans Put the best of the worst on first my dear And the worst of the best on last The inebriated church of the Latter-day drunk For sheep as opposed to goat Gut string low bass tone Bust your gall stone buddy From the tune of the very same name (... In my own personal fright wig contraption, This ranch on the branch is a miserable auditorium. This time of brief insanity gooses me on, So as soon as everyone I know gets to know Everyone else I know, I'm going somewhere else. Age weakens good intentions and saws where no One can see. Now, ain't that a teeter-totter? Grab this full-grown lioniess by the tail if you be man enough to Tame such wilderness and see who she is to tell you who you ain't. It'll hang on the walls we bounce off of; For in the palace of the heart, not only do I put on, but I put out.)