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The Old Masters, Box Three
Disc 1
01. Big Swifty
02. Your Mouth
03. It Just Might Be a One‐Shot Deal
04. Waka/Jawaka
Disc 2
01. For Calvin (and His Next Two Hitch‐Hikers)
02. The Grand Wazoo
03. Cletus Awreetus‐Awrightus
04. Eat That Question
05. Blessed Relief
Disc 3
01. Camarillo Brillo
02. I’m the Slime
03. Dirty Love
04. Fifty‐Fifty
05. Zomby Woof
06. Dinah Moe Humm
07. Montana
Disc 4
01. Don’t Eat the Yellow Snow
02. Nanook Rubs It
03. St. Alfonzo’s Pancake Breakfast
04. Father O’Blivion
05. Cosmik Debris
06. Excentrifugal Forz
07. Apostrophe’
08. Uncle Remus
09. Stink‐Foot
Disc 5
01. Preamble
02. Penguin in Bondage
03. Pygmy Twylyte
04. Dummy Up
05. Preamble
06. Village of the Sun
07. Echidna’s Arf (of You)
08. Don’t You Ever Wash That Thing?
Disc 6
01. Preamble
02. Cheepnis
03. Son of Orange County
04. More Trouble Every Day
05. Preamble
06. Be‐Bop Tango (of the Old Jazzmen’s Church)
Disc 7
01. Inca Roads
02. Can’t Afford No Shoes
03. Sofa No. 1
04. Po‐Jama People
05. Florentine Pogen
06. Evelyn, a Modified Dog
07. San Ber’dino
08. Andy
09. Sofa No. 2
Disc 8
01. Debra Kadabra
02. Carolina Hard‐Core Ecstasy
03. Sam With the Showing Scalp Flat Top
04. Poofter’s Froth Wyoming Plans Ahead
05. 200 Years Old
06. Cucamonga
07. Advance Romance
08. Man With the Woman Head
09. Muffin Man
Disc 9
01. Wind Up Workin’ in a Gas Station
02. Black Napkins
03. The Torture Never Stops
04. Ms. Pinky
05. Find Her Finer
06. Friendly Little Finger
07. Wonderful Wino
08. Zoot Allures
09. Disco Boy
Your mouth is your religion
You put your faith in a hole like that?
Your mouth your trust and your belief above your jaw
And no relief have I found

I heard your story when you come home
You said you went to see your sister last night
Well, you might loose a bunch of teeth and find a funeral wreath
While you'll be laying in the ground all alone

So tell me where are you comin' from with all them lines
As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day
Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say
'Cause he just might want to blow you away
'Cause he just might want to blow you away

An evil woman can make ya cry
If you believe her every time she lies
Well you can be a big fool, if she makes you loose your cool
I and so I've got me some advice you should try

Just let her talk a little
Just let her talk a little more
Just let her talk a little more
And when she runs out of words
Just say the same thing that I told you before

Tell me where are you comin' from with all them lines
As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day
Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say
'Cause he just might want to blow you away
'Cause he just might want to blow you away

'Cause he just might want to blow you away
'Cause he just might want to blow you away
'Cause he just might want to blow you away
'Cause he just might want to blow you away
'Cause he just might want to blow you away