歌曲 | Feast of the Mau Mau |
歌手 | Screamin' Jay Hawkins |
专辑 | Real Live |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hawkins | |
Cut the fat off the back of a baboon | |
Boil it down to a pound, get a spoon | |
Scoop the eyes from a fly flying backwards | |
Take the jaws and the paws off a 'coon | |
Take your time, ain't life for good cookin' | |
Cause the rest of this mess ain't good lookin' | |
Take the fleas from the knees of a demon | |
Tell your pals and gals and come screamin' | |
To the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus | |
They make wine from the spine of their bulldog | |
It's a test for the best for who stays | |
At the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus | |
Brush your teeth with a piece of a goose toenail | |
After death steal a breath from a drunk in jail | |
Pull the skin off your friend with a razor blade | |
And tonight change tomorrow bring back yesterday | |
Shake your hip, bite your lip, shoot your mother-in-law | |
Put on your gorilla suit, drink some elbow soup and have a ball | |
Get it straight, don't be late, it's time for mad fun | |
Feast of the Mau Maus has begun | |
At the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus | |
They make wine from the spine of their bulldogs | |
It's a test for the best for who stays | |
At the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus | |
At the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus | |
"How they talk, man?" | |
They go like this: | |
[unintelligible grunts] | |
"And how do the women talk?" | |
[higher-pitched unintelligble grunts] | |
"What you want when you wanta tell 'em you want some more to eat, man?" | |
Well how 'bout gimme some more of that meat there | |
And pass me some of the inside of that thigh | |
And spread some spread on it, you know, in between the toes, yeah, sock it to me there, ooh | |
Sure tastes good, man | |
Gimme some more of that inside soul, yeah | |
That--what you mean you ain't got no more soul? | |
Keep on eating, yeah | |
Feast of the Mau Mau | |
They make wine from the spine of their bulldogs | |
They stick their thumb in their eyeballs | |
And make heathen olives | |
Yeah, that's what's happenin' | |
Reach into his chest and pull out his ribs, man | |
Let me bite on that cat's bone | |
Sock it to me one time | |
Evil, brother | |
EVIIIL! | |
Inside thigh, please | |
Can I have a fried ear? |
zuo ci : Hawkins | |
Cut the fat off the back of a baboon | |
Boil it down to a pound, get a spoon | |
Scoop the eyes from a fly flying backwards | |
Take the jaws and the paws off a ' coon | |
Take your time, ain' t life for good cookin' | |
Cause the rest of this mess ain' t good lookin' | |
Take the fleas from the knees of a demon | |
Tell your pals and gals and come screamin' | |
To the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus | |
They make wine from the spine of their bulldog | |
It' s a test for the best for who stays | |
At the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus | |
Brush your teeth with a piece of a goose toenail | |
After death steal a breath from a drunk in jail | |
Pull the skin off your friend with a razor blade | |
And tonight change tomorrow bring back yesterday | |
Shake your hip, bite your lip, shoot your motherinlaw | |
Put on your gorilla suit, drink some elbow soup and have a ball | |
Get it straight, don' t be late, it' s time for mad fun | |
Feast of the Mau Maus has begun | |
At the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus | |
They make wine from the spine of their bulldogs | |
It' s a test for the best for who stays | |
At the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus | |
At the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus | |
" How they talk, man?" | |
They go like this: | |
unintelligible grunts | |
" And how do the women talk?" | |
higherpitched unintelligble grunts | |
" What you want when you wanta tell ' em you want some more to eat, man?" | |
Well how ' bout gimme some more of that meat there | |
And pass me some of the inside of that thigh | |
And spread some spread on it, you know, in between the toes, yeah, sock it to me there, ooh | |
Sure tastes good, man | |
Gimme some more of that inside soul, yeah | |
Thatwhat you mean you ain' t got no more soul? | |
Keep on eating, yeah | |
Feast of the Mau Mau | |
They make wine from the spine of their bulldogs | |
They stick their thumb in their eyeballs | |
And make heathen olives | |
Yeah, that' s what' s happenin' | |
Reach into his chest and pull out his ribs, man | |
Let me bite on that cat' s bone | |
Sock it to me one time | |
Evil, brother | |
EVIIIL! | |
Inside thigh, please | |
Can I have a fried ear? |
zuò cí : Hawkins | |
Cut the fat off the back of a baboon | |
Boil it down to a pound, get a spoon | |
Scoop the eyes from a fly flying backwards | |
Take the jaws and the paws off a ' coon | |
Take your time, ain' t life for good cookin' | |
Cause the rest of this mess ain' t good lookin' | |
Take the fleas from the knees of a demon | |
Tell your pals and gals and come screamin' | |
To the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus | |
They make wine from the spine of their bulldog | |
It' s a test for the best for who stays | |
At the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus | |
Brush your teeth with a piece of a goose toenail | |
After death steal a breath from a drunk in jail | |
Pull the skin off your friend with a razor blade | |
And tonight change tomorrow bring back yesterday | |
Shake your hip, bite your lip, shoot your motherinlaw | |
Put on your gorilla suit, drink some elbow soup and have a ball | |
Get it straight, don' t be late, it' s time for mad fun | |
Feast of the Mau Maus has begun | |
At the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus | |
They make wine from the spine of their bulldogs | |
It' s a test for the best for who stays | |
At the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus | |
At the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus | |
" How they talk, man?" | |
They go like this: | |
unintelligible grunts | |
" And how do the women talk?" | |
higherpitched unintelligble grunts | |
" What you want when you wanta tell ' em you want some more to eat, man?" | |
Well how ' bout gimme some more of that meat there | |
And pass me some of the inside of that thigh | |
And spread some spread on it, you know, in between the toes, yeah, sock it to me there, ooh | |
Sure tastes good, man | |
Gimme some more of that inside soul, yeah | |
Thatwhat you mean you ain' t got no more soul? | |
Keep on eating, yeah | |
Feast of the Mau Mau | |
They make wine from the spine of their bulldogs | |
They stick their thumb in their eyeballs | |
And make heathen olives | |
Yeah, that' s what' s happenin' | |
Reach into his chest and pull out his ribs, man | |
Let me bite on that cat' s bone | |
Sock it to me one time | |
Evil, brother | |
EVIIIL! | |
Inside thigh, please | |
Can I have a fried ear? |