Walter Westinghouse Lyrics - Residue Of The Residents - Residents

Walter Westinghouse went to town 

He found a friend today 

His friend was peeling ceiling wax as 

He heard Walter say 

Love me tender, love me sweet 

Love me like I love my feet 

Sit me down with Ezra Pound 

But don't forget to eat 

Or cause a country boy to cook 

A carrot or a cake 

But don't forget the feelings 

Of a friend are hard to fake 

He lives a life of April leaves 

Respondent to the thought that 

Often things you caught or bought 

Were not the ones you sought 

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Now his December is a sender 

Singing songs he knows 

But all the words are cheese and please 

And boy, I hope it snows 

He buys the bacon and the achin' 

In his heart is due 

To overcoats and Quaker Oats 

And if his wife should sue 

Wanda, Wanda where you went and 

Tell me what'd you take? 

I took the tongue of Philip Jung 

And left it in the lake 

But my dear I think I fear 

That you had lost your way 

'Cause scrambled eggs, 'cause scrambled eggs 

Were all he'd let me bake 

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He said, "Your trust is like a crust 

Too brittle and too thin" 

I said,? You're full of nigger nuts 

And look like Rin Tin Tin? 

Is common ground not ever found 

But flees from dad to son 

Or is it just believing that the 

Evening steals the sun? 

I said,? Your snoot is full of poot 

And should be in a shoe? 

And then I said your stupid bed 

Is better off than you 

Eat exuding oinks upon 

And bleed decrepit broken bones 

At caustic spells of hell 

Huh, what's that, dear? Huh? 

Eat exuding oinks upon 

And bleed decrepit broken bones 

At caustic spells of hell 

Eat exuding oinks upon 

And bleed decrepit broken bones 

At caustic spells of hell 

Yes, eat exuding oinks upon 

And bleed decrepit broken bones 

At caustic spells of hell 

Eat exuding oinks upon 

And bleed decrepit broken bones 

At caustic spells of hell 

Eat exuding oinks upon 

And bleed decrepit broken bones 

At caustic spells of hell 

Eat exuding oinks upon 

And bleed decrepit broken bones 

At caustic spells of hell 

Eat exuding oinks upon 

And bleed decrepit broken bones 

At caustic spells of hell 

Eat exuding oinks upon 

And bleed decrepit broken bones 

At caustic spells of hell 

Eat exuding oinks upon 

And bleed decrepit broken bones 

At caustic spells of hell 

Eat exuding oinks upon 

And bleed decrepit broken bones 

At caustic spells of hell 

Eat exuding oinks upon 

And bleed decrepit broken bones 

At caustic spells of hell 

Eat exuding oinks upon 

And bleed decrepit broken bones 

At caustic spells of hell 

And he sees the threads of worn out treads 

And calls his color true and calls his color true 

And calls his color true and calls his color true 

And calls his color true and calls his color true 

And calls his color true and calls his color true