Burnin' Lilly Jones

          (Flop/Jenkins)

    maddoc's in the swamp
    and bongo's in the beer
    now BudDy"s standin' dreamin'
    'bout what burned last year


    the sun is peekin' east
    but it is still last night
    and rownshend don't cook breakfast
    without some firelight


    so rownshend hollers "scramblit!"
    he's cracking eggs and beer
    and ellen's up at Bramlett
    while we're all over here....


    just burnin' ---lilly---jones
    stirrin skulls with bones
    burnin' ---lilly---jones
    but we're not going home
    'cause there's still lilly jones


    the van is nearin' pigtown
    the clock is nearin' two
    I-95 ? He's still alive !!!
    that gyro must've flew


    now doc has got the combo
    and doc has got the key
    and just like his grandaddy he's settin' the pigs free


    mo he's "screw the mud!"
    and mo he's,"fuggit damn!"
    'cause it's clear round second gear
    old mo's a drivin' man.....


    ---lilly---jones
    stirrin skulls with bones
    drivin' ---lilly---jones
    but we're not drivin' home
    'cause there's still lilly jones


    with maddoc's wild abandon and smell of burning flesh
    wafting on the pigwind and drifting to the west
    where pinky's peaceful cedar is stoked and burning swiss
    while all around's the silent sound of fused and matchless bliss


    Then steady as a field mouse and down a third or fifth
    gyro's dodging moonbeams as carefully he slips

    where Moses lay on Mary and then they both laid down
    into that bottom earth that Sandy runs around...


    Spring fed and trickled down
    into the winter's swamp so still
    that dampened steps will crisp the leaves
    last Autumn thought to kill


    miester's toe to toe
    and inchin' maddoc's ground
    the biclit faces circle now
    to have their big showdown


    so bongo lights a cluster
    and slasher lights a roach
    as miester's roman candles
    are lighting his approach


    then maddoc's hellish visions
    rain fire on these three
    As vita smiles and looks and says,
    " Ahhhhh........see......"


    we're near our nod and nearly gone
    as our fires turn to dawn
    we toast with cans and cups and bones
    we toast our lilly jones
    our lovely lilly jones


    ...our burnin' lilly jones
    she's stirring skulls and bones
    but lilly's not alone
    burnin' lilly jones
    we're still burnin' lilly jones.

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