C Run, run to the e G ast confession trash.
C We don't need your th G rills or your call-book cash
C Let's just nature's got p G lans to keep you up there
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VERSE 2
C Swamps, fiddles that wh G ine about the Mayor
C Our caves are div G ine they've got conditioned air.
C Fan-tail, backwash and f G actory and rooms will stay up here
CHORUS
A Hands off of the b C ayou.
Heel, stay in your state; it's a new south trap.
What, what is the bait? Ya silly aqua-cat.
War! College exams! You know I learned a lot
About the fiction ya tossed and the father's fat and lost,
Your failless father lost..
Your chivalry is lost..
Your shivalry in shame.
Hands off of the bayou.
(get some bombs)
PAVEMENT
