Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Seems that the poet was right,

So that, We have done the calculations, Mrs, Munson,

- Let us go back - Let's go back to God

No, 15 seconds, Well, 11 seconds now, itll be 12:16,

If you gentlemen can labor harmoniously in the course of my absence,

Oh, I know who he was, Kinda spooky,

They calls it fidgety-plop but it don't make me wanna go fidgety plop!

- Without my Lord - Let's go back to God

one distant day, grandchildren dandled upon our knee,

that will correct the wandering eye of his common-law wife, Mountain Water,

Bussed his own dishes, You can always tell a gentleman,

You can't read my motherfuckin' mind, man!

Though it is so kind of you to inquire, The hearse is simply a vehicle

The agate lamp within thy hand!

Ha! Underground!

Yes, yes, I suppose you are right,

"Garth Pancake, Though A Master Of None, Is A Jack Of All Those Trades"

Let your light from the lighthouse shine on

- He had a guitar, - A Jew with a guitar,

we had planned to donate a full share to Bob Jones University,

- as our little caper shall require, - Happy to be on board,

I'll train him to shit in the toilet, Mama,

You are a squeakyass, motherfuckin' pig!

- Come on - Let's go back to God

You brought yo’ baby… To the riot?

as it fanned its way back and forth across the great alluvial plain, leaving earth,

behind a five-inch-thick steel portal, yes, But the walls,

- to the muthafuckin' Waffle Hut! - Son-of-a-bitch punk!

- You gotta take his hand - Shine on

- I know your intentions was good, - No, they weren't!

Here is Orchard Street,

You don't want to be tried and found wantin',

Let me tell you somethin', MacSam,

You wait till your daddy get home, He gonna lay into you proper!

Madam, we must have Wurst and Waffles. We must all have Wurst and Waffles forthwith

I need your peace

could he possibly offer our merry little old band of miscreants,

Because sometimes, brothers and sisters, that's the only way!

- C-C-Coach, I... - closed, settled,

so I have arranged a car service to transport you thither,

Excellent. I believe we have the right man for the job. His name is Bob.

in a telephone booth, At Harvard, a broom closet,

- All right, - So, how's the new man?

- In your heart - Shine on

Do you need somethin' to eat, angel?

I'm thinkin', though, that since I lost a finger -

Well, we all human,

Troubles of this world Troubles of this world

I know I got religion and I ain't ashamed

Oh! That's them, Back already,

When the casino closes this entire underground complex is locked up,

and the prejudices of the common ruck,

Of course, I understand that, but this is Mountain Girl,

Yeah, no, no, no, but if it were,

Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Come, come, come,

The muthafucka down there flappin' the fuck around!

This is Julian with Greg

- Let it shine - Shine on

for, as you see, we are shorthanded,

Or perhaps a fruit basket

Troubles of this world the Devil's in this world

Not everyone is, of course, which is why the biggest challenge of I, B, S,

Of course, yes, My hand shall be forced,

- Go fetch Pickles! - Pickles?

but I know mischief when I see it, Now, I want an explanation, but first,

- It looks like a fucking joke, - Uh, you're absolutely right,

To smite is to remind we got to stop that decline

and pack in a little plastique, Igneous blows pretty good,

Split left, 6, Z-go,

In compensation for the use of your home,

Don't be shy, Lump, Don't be shy, Lump, that boy, he go,

but we don't make no big whoop-dee-do about denomination,

Hey, look, man, she's just an old colored lady to you,

- And then we could, - Hello, Garth,

the other's unique qualities and potencies and, yes, foibles,

- Let's go back to God - Let us go back

but recall, my dear boy, our respective functions in this enterprise,

Sodom of the Mississippi Delta and the focus of our little exercise,

Spread out boy! If ass was nickels youd be a mfn millionaire

Got breakfast there, and you still eatin' goddamn lunch, man,

- Oh, let it - Shine on

we accomplished something on that day,

Pass me the body bag watch me dump 'em

Let us make beautiful music together

Oh, indeed I am,

Yeah, you can read all about it in the Bible, Ain't nothin' new under the sun,

But, I offer no excuses - save one,