Buzzards of Green Hill Songtext
von Les Claypool

Johnny come lately
All through the county
They come from the city
Out here to Green Hill
Drivin′ like bastards
Stompin' the throttle
The buzzard′s of Green Hill
Grow fat on road kill

Awwww
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 Green Hill the little kitty cat sat
′Till it met a '96 Dodge Ram


Johnny come lately
All through the county
They come from the city
Out here to Green Hill
Drivin′ like bastards
Stompin' the throttle
The buzzard′s of Green Hill
Grow fat on road kill

Old John Donovan was drinkin' late
Took his car keys and he taunted fate
Swervin′ 'cross the interstate
Crashed a mother and her son cold dead

Took John Donovan and hucked him in jail
He dipped in his wallet and posted bail
Headed back home before the sunrise shine
And slept in his very own bed

This little piggy won't cast a stone
That little piggy won′t pick a bone
But these little piggies don′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
Drivin' like bastards
Stompin′ the throttle
The buzzard's of Green Hill
Grow fat on road kill
The buzzard′s of Green Hill
Grow fat on road kill
The buzzard's of Green Hill
Grow fat on road kill

Johnny come lately
All through the county
They come from the city
Out here to Green Hill
Drivin′ like bastards
Stompin' the throttle
The buzzard's of Green Hill
Grow fat on road kill
The buzzard′s of Green Hill
Grow fat on road kill
The buzzard′s of Green Hill
Grow fat on road kill