Born of the river,

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

Oh riverboat just rollin' along through the great great greasy city Huck standing like a Saint, upon its deck

If ya wanna catch a Saint,

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





'O come to me!, O come to me!' is what the dirty city

say to Huck... HUCK





woah-woah, woah woah!

woah-woah, woah woah!

Saint Huck! Huck!





Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck,

down the beckonin' streets of op-po-tunity

whistling his favorite river-song...

And a bad-blind nigger at the piano

Buts a sinister blooo lilt into that sing-a-long

Huck senses somthing's wrong!





Sirens wail in the city,

and lil-Ulysses turn to putty

and Ol Man River's got a bone to pick!

and our boy's hardly got a bone to suck!

He go, woah-woah, woah woah!

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





You know the story!

Ya wake up one morning and you find you're a thug

blowing smoke rings in some dive

Ya fingers hot and itchin, ya cracking ya knuckles

Ya bull neck bristling...

Still Huck he ventures on whistling,

and Death reckons Huckleberry's time is up,

O woah woah woah!

Saint Huck!

O woah woah woah!

Saint Huck! Huck!





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

Skin shrink-wraps his skeleton

No wonder he gets thinner, what 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 but a dream!





But ya traded 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 outa luck, ya outa luck

Woah-woah-woah-woah

Saint Huck! Huck!





This is the track of deception

leads to the heart of despair

Huck whistles like he just don't care

but in the pocket of the jacket is a chamber

Lead pellets sleeps in there

Wake Up!





Now Huck whistles and he kneels

and he lays down there

See ya huck, good luck

A smoke ring hovers above his head

And the rats and the dogs and the men all come

and put a bullet through his eye

and the drip and the drip and the drip of the Mississippi cryin' And Saint Huck hears his own Mississippi just rollin' by him Woah-woah-woah-woah

Woah-woah-woah-woah

Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Saint Huck!

Woah-woah-woah-woah

Woah-woah-woah-woah

Saint Huck! Saint Huck! Saint Huck!

Woah-woah-woah-woah