Gumbo (1997‐07‐29) Songtext
von Phish

There′s a mouse starin' out of the window
His car is trapped in the snow
He′s planning a family vacation
But he just can't go

Around the next corner's a red bird
His feathers are trapped in a sling
Trashed by some gunslinging parrot
Who′s jealous he ain′t got no grin

There ain't no time to stash the gumbo
Or rattle around in a cage
The sacrificed child′s made bubbles
And spittle is everywhere enraged

In the hot sand I ran on my feet
They're blistered and caked with debris
Chez rolez is guarding the tote board
While Angry piddles with glee


There′s a fool writing notes out on sandpaper
He's sending them off to himself
He sends them a couple days later
Put them along his top shelf

If you get tired of shavings
And carve up a good hunk of wood
Remembering to check on the sausage
He′s got cooking somewhere look good

There ain't no time to stash the gumbo
Or rattle around in a cage
The sacrificed child's made bubbles
And spittle is everywhere enraged

In the hot sand I ran on my feet
They′re blistered and caked with debris
Chez rolez is guarding the tote board
While Angry piddles with glee

There ain′t no time to stash the gumbo
Or rattle around in a cage
The sacrificed child's made bubbles
And spittle is everywhere enraged


In the hot sand I ran on my feet
They′re blistered and caked with debris
Chez rolez is guarding the tote board
While Angry piddles with glee

There ain't no time to stash the gumbo
Or rattle around in a cage
The sacrificed child′s made bubbles
And spittle is everywhere enraged

In the hot sand I ran on my feet
They're blistered and caked with debris
Chez rolez is guarding the tote board
While Angry piddles with glee