Lyrics River Forktine Tippecanoe - Munly & The Lee Lewis Harlots

River Forktine Tippecanoe

It was one of them days
Yes, the first Thursday of the new month
When you come to bathe in my river, Forktine Tippecanoe
I woke up early to fetch my own breakfast
Shuffled cross the deck of my houseboat
I yanked hard on my line and over my rear arced a red slider turtle
His shell mad coconut noises as it bounced across my deck
It did not break open like some frenchie’s egg-whips
So I pried open his shell
And I shucked his body out
Far away in the ocean, I could hear oysters giggling
Then I pulled out my father’s father’s helmet
The one that he wore in the Great War
I filled it full of water, set it on my hotplate
To heat up my turtle
Who I held, cradled in my palms
He looked like a preemie baby
Wiggling its undeveloped limbs
That’s when I set him into his hot new shell
It made him give me clouded eye looks
So I pried open my door
Went down to my shore
To wash out my helmet
But you come up behind me
Made me relieve myself quickly into my helmet
Boy, I cannot loosen into my river on this first Thursday
You step into my river, Forktine Tippecanoe
And I know that you’re ashamed of your undeveloped body
So I wait deep inside my houseboat
While you bathe in my river
And brother, I be waiting on you
To commence that joke the one you have pulled year after year after year after
year after year
You swim under my boat
And you rap on its underbelly
Making me shuffle across my deck
Making me shuck open my door
Making me stretch out my neck
Making me look at the cloudless sky
Making me laugh by rolling your joke
Making me say 'I thought someone was calling for me.'
You stick your head out my river
You giggle and speak retardedly
You say, «brother did you like my joke?'
I say yes, but it’s left me hungry
Could you catch me one more red sliding turtle?
Deep in my house I am giggling
Knowing that I had emptied my river of the last turtle
That’s when I hear you come up for air
From hunting my river
And I think, aw Christ, come next month
There’ll be a first Thursday
What would I like to watch you chase
With your fingerless body
Body
Maybe I will start on them northern pike
Yeah, maybe I will start on them fat sunny perch
Well, maybe I will get me a pregnant rainbow trout
I can picture it now
I will roll those un-broke eggs around in my mouth
I will be wearing my father’s father’s helmet
Goosestepping in my hobnail boots
I’ll be rapping out a message to the beasts below
Telling them someone be coming
Down to my river, Forktine Tippecanoe
My river, Forktine Tippecanoe