Les Claypool And The Holy Mackerel - Holy Mackerel lyrics

Pick a name, pick a place Chances are I've had the means to be there Pick a date, pick a time I've got it from a friend of mine The ability to socialize Holy mackerel Once when I was young I troubled over imperfection in my knees When you cultivate a pompadour It's best to keep the top up for the breeze Cuts like hell, ya know Sporty was a poetry boy And liked to puff his pipe into the night But since he sold him hits of ecstasy Johnny Law, he took a decade of his life That's a hunk o' life Holy mackerel