Born of the river,

Born of its never-changing, never-changing murky water

Huck standing like a Saint, upon its deck

If ya wanna catch a Saint,

then bait ja hook, let's take a walk...

'O come to me!, O come to me!' is what the dirt-irty

say to Huck... HUCK

woah-woah, woah woah!

Saint Huck! Huck!

Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck,

down the heckoning streets of op-po-tunity

whistling his favorite river-song...

And a bad-bline-nigger at the piano

Buts a sinister-bloo-lilt to that sing-a-long

Huck senses somthing's wrong!

Sirens wail in the city,

and lil-Ulysses turn to putty

Ol man River's got a bone to pick!

Our boys hardly got a bone to suck!

He go, woah-woah, woah woah!

Saint Huck! Huck!

The mo-o-o-on, its huge cycloptic eye

watches the city streets contract

twist and cripple and crack.

Saint Huck goes on a dog's-leg now

Saint Huck goes on a dog's-leg now

Why, you know the story!

Ya wake up one morning and ya find your a thug

blowing smoke fings in some dive

Ya fingers hot and itchin, cracking ya knuckles

Ya bull neck briseting...

Still Huck he ventures on whistling,

and Death reckons Huckleberry's time is up,

O woah woah woah!

Saint Huck! Huck!

Yonder go Huck, minus pocket-watch an' wallet gone

Skin shrinks wraps his skeleton

No wonder he got thinner, not, with his cold'n'skinny dinners!

Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis, Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis

O you recall the song ya used to sing-a-long

Shifting the river-trade on that ol' steamer

Life is only a dream!

But ya trade in the Mighty ol' man River

for the Dirty ol' Man Latrine!

The brothel shift

The hustle'n'the bustle and the green-backs rustle

And all the sexy-cash

And the randy-cars

And the two dollar fucks

O o o ya onto luck, onto luck

Woah-woah-woah-woah

Saint Huck! Huck