Buzzards Of Green Hill Lyrics - Four Foot Shack - Les Claypool's Duo De Twang

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. 

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.