PIG PANTALOONS by Cloud Ruins

LYRICS

I don't got any sausages but I brought my wurst!
Shootin holes in the mire
Pig-shit attire
Nit-wit yabba dabble conniption fit
Yabba doobaling dabbling dabble babble dabble in the babble bubble bobble yabba babble dabble babble
Goo-goo-gah-gah- goo-goo Hegel bagel

Got my pig pantaloon
Got my pig pant, pant pantaloons
I Got my pig pantaloon
I'm gonna put 'em on to write my tunes

Put a hotdog on that bagel
do it for Hegel
for Hegel
for Hegel
Leggo my Hegel!

I got these big-wig pantaloons
maladroit in earshot of a granfalloon
from under the light of the ancient moon
lo' and behold these bloodsoaked pantaloons
I wear 'em when I'm writing my tunes
summon a curmudgeon to the romper room
Bridge and honey swoon under the money moon
no gumption, just suction for the horror vacuum

E.T sending cologne back home
ideological toilet water
snapped a photo, sent it from his phone

Here's a little obscurantism for your appetite
boot straps with hamstrings
god damn jam stings
cut a hole in the chickenwing
diggin myself a ding-dong dessert of the real
ding... ding das dingle dos dangle from a prompt ping
packle or hackle together a fine leather strap from a cow's lap
greasy hamburgini slithering sliding down through the offspring
generative of a new decoy
slathering sauce on the gods' napkin folds
keep them occupied when the thing blows

I got my pig pantaloons
I'm gonna light a fire under the ancient moon
everybody knows when the shit goes BOOM
they gotta come down to the romper room
I'm gonna show everybody my tunes.

• East Coast
• Experimental
• experimental electronic
• indie pop
• noise
• weird
• Halifax