Bun Boy Songtext
von Cornbugs

Hey, hey, hey
We′re in a bus, we're going down the highway, 75 miles an hour
We′re going into this little town in the west

There's some Indian dancers
Throw 'em a coin
Hi boys, hey
They pass the test

Ho, ho,
Let′s get a cold drink, let′s get a cold drink
Down at the store, down at the store
Let's get a cold drink

Mmm, yeah, feels good, tastes good down the throat
I must′ve eaten a mile of dust


Hey
Hey
Walkin' down, walkin′ down Milwaukee Boulevard
Here in L.A.
Walkin' down, walkin′ down Milwaukee Boulevard
Here in L.A.
Sunny days

They'll never catch me
I'm much too fast
I′ve got a big Corvette
And this gas will last

There′s that little Western town
Gonna put some sheriff down
Got a six-gun at my hip
Waiting for the first fool to give me some lip

Ho, ho, hey

I'm full of God′s good life
Lemme tell you about it, brothers and sisters

Hip bone's connected to the thigh bone
Thigh bone′s connected to the butt bone
Butt bone's connected to the back bone
Back bone′s connected to the arm bone

Arm bone
Arm bone
Arm bone
Arm bone


Arm bone's connected to the wrist
The wrist is connected to the finger
My finger is on the trigger
And you are in my sights

Yeah!

Do-si-do, do-si-do
Now promenade back, now all the maids left
Now all the maids right, now all the maids left
Now promenade, promenade, promenade, promenade
Do-si-do, now all the maids back
Duck for the eight-bit, down for the clan
Bigger than a woman, straighter than a man

Back from the dead, ladies and gentlemen, back from the dead
Thank you, it's real nice to be here in Kankakee
We tried to book it in Chicago
But, uh, there just wasn′t a hall available

We′ve been on the road for quite some time
It gets a little screwy on the road
In the back of that big tour bus
Last night, we were in Baker, California, staying at the Bun Boy Motel

I'll tell you
You haven′t lived 'til you′ve had a Bun Boy Big Burger
Bun Boy, Bun Boy, Bun Boy, Bun Boy
Bun Boy, Bun Boy, Bun Boy, Bun Boy
Bun Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
Boy oh boy, boy oh boy
It's Bun Boy, Bun Boy, boy, boy, boy

Gateway to Death Valley
Now here′s the drummer Pinchface
Here's- here's guitar player extraordinaire, Mr. B. H. Buckethead

Here we are at Kankakee, here we are at Kankakee
While spotting me on the news
I′m so full of glee

Spot the psycho, spot the psycho!