We put up our tent on a dark green knoll, outside of town by the train tracks and a seagull dump Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel and her 'Marvellous Pigs In Satin'
We pounded our stakes in the ground All powder brown And the branches spread like scary fingers reaching We were in a pasture outside Kankakee
And One Eyed Myra, the queen of the galley who trained the ostrich and the camels She looked at me squinty with her one good eye in a Roy Orbison T-shirt as she bottle fed an orangutan named Tripod
And then there was Yodeling Elaine the queen of the air who wore a dollar sign medallion and she had a tiny bubble of spittle around her nostril and a little rusty tear, for she had lassoed and lost another tipsy sailor
And over in the burnt yellow tent by the frozen tractor, the music was like electric sugar And Zuzu Bolin played 'Stavin' Chain' and Mighty Tiny on the saw and he threw his head back with a mouth full of gold teeth And they played 'Lopsided heart' And 'Moon over Dog Street'
And by the time they played 'Moanin Low' I was soakin' wet and wild eyed And Doctor Bliss slipped me a preparation and I fell asleep with 'Livery Stable Blues' in my ear
And me and Molley Hoey drank Pruno and Koolaid and she had a tattoo gun made out of a cassette motor and a guitar string and she soaked a hanky in 3 Roses and rubbed it on the spot and drew a rickety heart and a bent arrow and it hurt like hell
And Funeral Wells spun Poodle Murphy on the target as he threw his hardware, Only once in Sheboygan did he miss at a matinee on Diamond Pier and she'd never let him forget it
They were doing two shows and she had a high fever and he took off a piece of her ear and Tip Little told her she should leave the bum but Poodle said, "He fetched me last time I run." But I'd like to hammer this ring into a bullet And I wish I had some whiskey and a gun my dear