Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lloyd's Summer Vacation, artist - Jace Everett.
Date of issue: 21.07.2013
Song language: English
Lloyd's Summer Vacation |
Now lloyd was unaccustomed to the company he kept |
That night he pulled out all the stops |
Yeah, it was nothing but the best |
He proffered kosher funnel cakes |
Hell, he powdered every plate |
Poured them all some manischevitz |
So they wouldn’t mind the wait |
He was all like, |
«come in, come in now. |
Please, please take a seat» |
While his giggling girls, they twittered down the hall |
But you could almost smell the tension |
Through the windows, from the street |
Yeah, you could almost read the writing on the wall |
Yeah the writings on the walls |
Folks greased up their little torches |
And they pitch forked 'round the house |
They cried, «we'd like to get to know them lloyd, |
Why don’t you send them out?» |
Slipping through the front door, lloyd he begged them to decist |
Then he made them all an offer even he could not resist |
Meanwhile, his guests are getting restless |
As they scrape back in their chairs |
Poke their beaks out of the windows and glower down the stairs |
They yanked ol' lloyd back in the house told him, |
«good god man, pack up the kids, pack up the wife, |
And fire up the van!!» |
Soaking up the rain |
With a shaker full of salt |
Gotta get away |
You better, you better |
Soaking up the rain |
With a shaker full of salt |
Gotta get away |
So lloyd packed up the family |
And they headed it ouf town |
(this was before the ocean died, see, and walls burned to the ground) |
They said, «just keep on drivin' man. |
Maybe hide out in the woods.» |
So very few instructions |
Even fewer understood |
Now mamma, don’t look back in anger |
Mamma don’t look back at all |
But she never could contain herself |
(no it’s really not her fault) |
She had her mothers crystal china and her daddys crystal balls |
Then a flash, then a bang, then a shaker full of salt |
Soaking up the rain |
With a shaker full of salt |
Gotta get away |
No it ain’t her fault |
Soaking up the rain |
With a shaker full of salt |
Gotta get away |
Poor old what’s her face… |
Later in the evening after everything they’d seen |
Those whispering, giggling girls cooked up a nasty little scheme |
The buggers and the beggars would have shook their heads in shame |
But they didn’t get the chance man, they was soaking up the rain! |
A little drop of poison in a jigger full of wine |
You keep it in the family, it all works out in time |
See lloyd was not the kind of man to love and leave a lady |
He raised up two strong daughters |
Then he made his own grand babies! |