Lyrics The Unballed Ballad Of The New Folksinger - Slim Cessna's Auto Club

The Unballed Ballad Of The New Folksinger

The horse-bells herald in this folksinger
Once a year I return but I do not tend to linger
The children gather round they call me 'The Great Bringer'
Gather round…
The Great Castration starts today
I found my clippers underneath a broodmare
She bucked me off teaching me to find a pair
It bit hard freeing me of all my cares
Gather round…
The Great Castration starts today
That look on your face says your spine was just a rumor
I volunteer you to be the folks future
I give you everything -- as well as two statues --
Hither round…
First joining
There be two for this years folksinger class
I need one more to take the shape of Mama Cass
Forget your history just whine about your loneliness
Hither round…
Second joining
The Great Castration starts today
Gather round round gather round gather round round
Come hither
Third joining
That taste in your mouth is what you feed the folk sheep
From me to you I have taught as a bird eats
Water water down they’ll gather and sing-a-bleat
Gather round…