King of Carnival
Posted: March 16th, 2009, 10:23 pm
King of Carnival
Car engines sputter fumes of vintage gas
3 million year old carbonized vegis
In the phantom night of the apocalypse
Coming in technicolor to a theater near you
Soon, soon, but not soon enough
To stave off the vermin of Gotham
Crawling out of sewage pipes into the kitchen
Laying satanic eggs across the linoleum
Hatching little antichrists
In the long count down to Armageddon
Need Jesus the exterminator
To drive down from Jersey
In a brand new Lincoln Continental
Straight out of Detroit with gold fenders
Horn blowing like angel's trumpets
Escorted by the secret service
Across the wasteland of Tennessee
All the way down to funky Louieeyesanna
Only to get stuck in swamp mud
Outside of Laplace
But Jesus bein the cool God he is
Just mumbles a few Hebrew spells
An that ole car just floats right outta that muck
Rollin down the river to New Orleans
Where the Dukes of Dixieland welcome him
Blowin that sax with hymns of golden eternity
As he takes up his lordly role
As the king of carnival!
Wearin a tuxedo and lookin, Mr. Cool
An man he's just the hottest act since the pope came
Hair combed back in a pompadour
Leather slacks and a look
That Mel Gibson would envy
He's sittin up on top of that float like the pharaoh
Throwin beads and doubloons all blessed
Guaranteed as a miracle cure
For any sickness you care to imagine
He looks down from his throne
And his body starts glowin
Like one of those 60 watt bulbs
The crowd gets all quiet like
They just stand there staring at this cool cat
Wondering what other tricks he's gonna pull
Jesus decides it's time to split this scene
He's done enough shows and's ready to retire
But he wants to go out in style
So right before he splits the scene
He ends poverty and hunger
An even abolishes death
Then he takes a bow
An poof he's gone
The coolest cat ever
Car engines sputter fumes of vintage gas
3 million year old carbonized vegis
In the phantom night of the apocalypse
Coming in technicolor to a theater near you
Soon, soon, but not soon enough
To stave off the vermin of Gotham
Crawling out of sewage pipes into the kitchen
Laying satanic eggs across the linoleum
Hatching little antichrists
In the long count down to Armageddon
Need Jesus the exterminator
To drive down from Jersey
In a brand new Lincoln Continental
Straight out of Detroit with gold fenders
Horn blowing like angel's trumpets
Escorted by the secret service
Across the wasteland of Tennessee
All the way down to funky Louieeyesanna
Only to get stuck in swamp mud
Outside of Laplace
But Jesus bein the cool God he is
Just mumbles a few Hebrew spells
An that ole car just floats right outta that muck
Rollin down the river to New Orleans
Where the Dukes of Dixieland welcome him
Blowin that sax with hymns of golden eternity
As he takes up his lordly role
As the king of carnival!
Wearin a tuxedo and lookin, Mr. Cool
An man he's just the hottest act since the pope came
Hair combed back in a pompadour
Leather slacks and a look
That Mel Gibson would envy
He's sittin up on top of that float like the pharaoh
Throwin beads and doubloons all blessed
Guaranteed as a miracle cure
For any sickness you care to imagine
He looks down from his throne
And his body starts glowin
Like one of those 60 watt bulbs
The crowd gets all quiet like
They just stand there staring at this cool cat
Wondering what other tricks he's gonna pull
Jesus decides it's time to split this scene
He's done enough shows and's ready to retire
But he wants to go out in style
So right before he splits the scene
He ends poverty and hunger
An even abolishes death
Then he takes a bow
An poof he's gone
The coolest cat ever
