Yeah!

Drum solo.. drum solo!

Phil Rott!

Ladies and gentlemen.. Mr Phil Rott

Alright here's a song that we actually know

And we actually made it up

So I hope you actually enjoy it

and it goes actually like this

Happy with no teeth, happy here in hibernation

Slurpin' on a peach, starin' at the situation

Kitty at my foot, meowin' out a conversation

Rockin' back 'n' forth, that's my only destination

Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch

Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me

Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch

Old man on the back porch, and that.....

Meeeeeeeee-ow, wow, wow, wow

Got a two-string on my lap, total subsonic vacation

Got chicken on the drums, poundin' out a perfect prescription

Got twenty little worms, all plug into amplification

Got fifteen hundred bass drum luggin' bug-eyed monkeys

All arriving at the station

Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch

Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me

Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch

Old man on the back porch, and that.....

Me me meeeee-ow whoa, whoa, whoa

I'm old.. I'm an old man

I took all my money

And I bought myself a little shacky-condominium outside of Syndey, Australia

I decided to retire here in Asustralia

Because it's so gosh-damn beatuiful

I love it so tenderly

So much it's just home

Oh so out for underneath the trees

Come a bunch of little chickies

And the buckets and the monkeys

With the one-string, no-string string, two-string guitars

"Hey Chris wanna jam?"

Sure, why not!

But I'm an old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch

Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me

Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch

Old man on the back porch, and that.....




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