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SINGER: Les Claypool
SONG:Buzzards Of Green Hill
Johnny come lately, all through the county they come from the city, out here to green hill driving like bastards stomping the throttle the buzzards of green hill grow fat on road kill. Awwwwww, little fuzzy wuzzy was a baby bear, little fuzzy wuzzy didn't have no hair, little fuzzy wuzzy wasn't fuzzy was he but he didn't give a good hot damn. Little ruby had a purry kitty cat brother ran him off with a tee-ball bat out on the green hill the little kitty cat sat til he met a '96 dodge ram. Johnny come lately, all through the county they come from the city, out here to green hill driving like bastards stomping the throttle the buzzards of green hill grow fat on road kill. Old john donovon was drinkin' late took his car keys and taunted fate swervin' cross the interstate, crashed a mother and her son cold dead. Took john donovan hucked him in jail he dipped in his wallet and posted bail headed back home before sunrise shine and slept in his very own bed. This little piggy won't cast a stone, this little piggy won't pick the bone, but these little piggies won't stand alone when justice needs to be fed. Johnny come lately, all through the county they come from the city, out here to green hill driving like bastards stomping the throttle the buzzards of green hill grow fat on road kill.
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