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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
She had that
Camarillo brillo
Flamin out along her head,
I mean her mendocino bean-o
By where some bugs had made it red

She ruled the toads
Of the short forest
And every newt in idaho
And every cricket who had ed
By the bush in buffalo

She said she was
A magic mama
And she could throw a mean tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know

She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn't done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldnt come in
(I couldnt come in right then...)

And so she wandered
Trough the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An I'd just love it in her room

Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets

She stripped away
Her ranchid poncho
An laid out naked by the door
We did it till we were un-concho
An it was useless any more

She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn't done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldnt come in
(Actually, I was very busy then)

And so she wandered
Trough the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An I'd just love it in her room

Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets

She said she was
A magic mama
And she could throw a mean tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know

(Is that a real poncho... i mean
Is that a mexican poncho
Or is that a sears poncho?
Hmmm... no foolin ...)