Sam With The Showing Scalp Flat Top (Live)
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โฑ๏ธ 2:51 duration
๐ ID: 12430879
๐ Lyrics
Sam with the showing scalp flat top
Particular about the point it made
Why, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper
This black juice came out on a hard shelled chin
And they called that, tobacco juice
I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx
My entire room absorbed every echo.
The music was, thud like
The music was, thud like
I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug
Opaque melodies that would bug most people
Music from the other side of the fence
A black swan figurine lay on all color lily pads
On a little conglomeration table of pressed black felt
With same color shadows, in seamed knobbed knees, and what-nots
The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd
Beside the fly-pecked black doorway
That looked closed on the tar-lattice street
Up a wrought iron fire escape
Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with dark, hard, dark rubber wheels
Roll, skreek, roll, skreek, roll, skreek!
Sam with the showing scalp flat top
Particular about the point it made
Sam was a basket case
A hardened dark ivory clip held, saleable everyday pencils
I wish I had a pair 'o bongos
Bongo fury
Bongo fury
Ow! Bongo fury (boogie)
Bongo fury
Bongo fury
Bongo fury
Particular about the point it made
Why, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper
This black juice came out on a hard shelled chin
And they called that, tobacco juice
I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx
My entire room absorbed every echo.
The music was, thud like
The music was, thud like
I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug
Opaque melodies that would bug most people
Music from the other side of the fence
A black swan figurine lay on all color lily pads
On a little conglomeration table of pressed black felt
With same color shadows, in seamed knobbed knees, and what-nots
The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd
Beside the fly-pecked black doorway
That looked closed on the tar-lattice street
Up a wrought iron fire escape
Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with dark, hard, dark rubber wheels
Roll, skreek, roll, skreek, roll, skreek!
Sam with the showing scalp flat top
Particular about the point it made
Sam was a basket case
A hardened dark ivory clip held, saleable everyday pencils
I wish I had a pair 'o bongos
Bongo fury
Bongo fury
Ow! Bongo fury (boogie)
Bongo fury
Bongo fury
Bongo fury
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.93] Sam with the showing scalp flat top
[00:07.55] Particular about the point it made
[00:10.74] Why, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper
[00:14.00] This black juice came out on a hard shelled chin
[00:17.37] And they called that, tobacco juice
[00:21.07] I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx
[00:26.41] My entire room absorbed every echo.
[00:30.58] The music was, thud like
[00:35.15] The music was, thud like
[00:39.91] I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug
[00:45.43] Opaque melodies that would bug most people
[00:50.34]
[00:53.11] Music from the other side of the fence
[00:58.17] A black swan figurine lay on all color lily pads
[01:04.89] On a little conglomeration table of pressed black felt
[01:11.49] With same color shadows, in seamed knobbed knees, and what-nots
[01:17.29] The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd
[01:23.52] Beside the fly-pecked black doorway
[01:33.43] That looked closed on the tar-lattice street
[01:37.58] Up a wrought iron fire escape
[01:40.05] Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with dark, hard, dark rubber wheels
[01:49.64] Roll, skreek, roll, skreek, roll, skreek!
[01:54.90] Sam with the showing scalp flat top
[01:59.39] Particular about the point it made
[02:03.61]
[02:12.12] Sam was a basket case
[02:16.08] A hardened dark ivory clip held, saleable everyday pencils
[02:22.45] I wish I had a pair 'o bongos
[02:28.83] Bongo fury
[02:32.81] Bongo fury
[02:34.72] Ow! Bongo fury (boogie)
[02:40.99] Bongo fury
[02:44.57] Bongo fury
[02:48.25] Bongo fury
[02:51.14]
[00:07.55] Particular about the point it made
[00:10.74] Why, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper
[00:14.00] This black juice came out on a hard shelled chin
[00:17.37] And they called that, tobacco juice
[00:21.07] I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx
[00:26.41] My entire room absorbed every echo.
[00:30.58] The music was, thud like
[00:35.15] The music was, thud like
[00:39.91] I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug
[00:45.43] Opaque melodies that would bug most people
[00:50.34]
[00:53.11] Music from the other side of the fence
[00:58.17] A black swan figurine lay on all color lily pads
[01:04.89] On a little conglomeration table of pressed black felt
[01:11.49] With same color shadows, in seamed knobbed knees, and what-nots
[01:17.29] The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd
[01:23.52] Beside the fly-pecked black doorway
[01:33.43] That looked closed on the tar-lattice street
[01:37.58] Up a wrought iron fire escape
[01:40.05] Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with dark, hard, dark rubber wheels
[01:49.64] Roll, skreek, roll, skreek, roll, skreek!
[01:54.90] Sam with the showing scalp flat top
[01:59.39] Particular about the point it made
[02:03.61]
[02:12.12] Sam was a basket case
[02:16.08] A hardened dark ivory clip held, saleable everyday pencils
[02:22.45] I wish I had a pair 'o bongos
[02:28.83] Bongo fury
[02:32.81] Bongo fury
[02:34.72] Ow! Bongo fury (boogie)
[02:40.99] Bongo fury
[02:44.57] Bongo fury
[02:48.25] Bongo fury
[02:51.14]