I came upon this junkie creep, he was walking along the road/ I asked him where he was going, this he told meI'm going down to Altamont, gonna sleep under the stars/ Rip tape decks out of cars/ And try to get into the show free
We are nitwits, we are bozos/ And I got to be at work on Monday
Oh can I walk beside you Because I have some stuff to sell/ Though it has a funny smell/ Cause it's been cut with horsecrap
Maybe I'll meet a man there I'll be yin and he'll be yang/ I could dig a 9-inch wang/ I won't tell him I got the clap from David Crosby
We are nitwits, we are bozos/ And I got to be at work on Monday
By the time I got to Altamont Not a campsite to be seen/ So I slept in the latrine/ The guy next to me was snoring
I dreamed I saw the bikers there/ With their chrome work bright and new/ Beating hippies with pool cues/ Cause they thought the show was boring
We are nitwits, we are bozos/ And I got to be at work again on Monday
That was written by an old friend (and producer/enginer of much of the Floor Models' stuff) Marc Moss; Gerry Devine, the singer from the Flo Mos, used to perform it to great effect at various folk clubs in Greenwich Village back in the day.
In any case, I think it's one of the funniest parodies of a sacred cow I've ever heard. Kudos, Marc.
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If I can figure out how to send you an iTunes file I'll get you the recording of it I have. It's even better when Marc warbles it.
Heh.😎
That's hilarious, my friend.
If there’s a ‘60s song more deserving of the brutally funny parody treatment, I’m not aware of it (except maybe Wooden Ships?). Huzzah!
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