Walter Westinghouse

Lyrics

Walter Westinghouse went to town, he found a friend today His friend was peeling ceiling wax as he heard Walter say: "Love me tender, love me sweet, love me like I love my feet Sit me down with Ezra Pound, but don't forget to eat Or cause a country boy to cook a carrot or a cake But don't forget the feelings of a friend are hard to fake" He lives a life of April leaves, espondent to the thought That "Often things you caught or bought were not the ones you sought" Now his December is a sender singing songs he knows But all the words are "cheese" and "please" and "boy, I hope it snows" He buys the bacon and the achin' in his heart is due To overcoats and Quaker Oats and if his wife should sue "Wanda, Wanda where you went and tell me what'd you take?" "I took the tongue of Philip Jung and left it in the lake" "But my dear I think I fear that you had lost your way" "'Cause scrambled eggs, 'cause scrambled eggs were all he'd let me bake He said, 'Your trust is like a crust, too brittle and too thin' I said, 'You're full of nigga nuts and look like Rin Tin Tin'" "Is common ground not ever found but flees from dad to son Or is it just believing that the evening steals the sun?" "I said, 'Your snoot is full of poot, and should be in a shoe' And then I said, 'your stupid bed is better off than you'" Eat exuding oinks upon And bleed decrepit broken bones At caustic spells of hell (Huh, what's that, dear? Huh?) Eat exuding oinks upon And bleed decrepit broken bones At caustic spells of hell (Eat exuding oinks upon And bleed decrepit broken bones At caustic spells of hell?) Yes, eat exuding oinks upon And bleed decrepit broken bones At caustic spells of hell Eat exuding oinks upon And bleed decrepit broken bones At caustic spells of hell Eat exuding oinks upon And bleed decrepit broken bones At caustic spells of hell Eat exuding oinks upon And bleed decrepit broken bones At caustic spells of hell Eat exuding oinks upon And bleed decrepit broken bones At caustic spells of hell Eat exuding oinks upon And bleed decrepit broken bones At caustic spells of hell Eat exuding oinks upon And bleed decrepit broken bones At caustic spells of hell Eat exuding oinks upon And bleed decrepit broken bones At caustic spells of hell Eat exuding oinks upon And bleed decrepit broken bones At caustic spells of hell Eat exuding oinks upon And bleed decrepit broken bones At caustic spells of hell And he sees the threads of worn out treads And calls his color true and calls his color true And calls his color true and calls his color true And calls his color true and calls his color true And calls his color true and calls his color true