Jeeter
© 1993 Watunes (BMI)
(From "The Best of the Foremen")
Spoken: "If you're gonna do the job,
You got to know the lingo"
Jeeter, you better crib that stray
And heave that brick in the bay, now
Jeeter, you better crib that stray
And heave that little brick in the bay
Now when Jeeter came a-stitchin' on a Saturday morn
He saw fifteen grease cows hummin' through a horn
He put his nose to the rail and a spider to the glass
And got his Hatfield wiped by a soldier in the grass
I said:
Jeeter, you better crib that stray
And heave that brick in the bay, now
Jeeter, you better crib that stray
And heave that little brick in the bay
There was a royal seventeen on the tail of a moose
And Jeeter heard 'em shout, "Get a half ton noose!"
The monkeys were a-runnin' from the cave to the vine
And tryin' to lash a topper on a boiling ninety-nine
Whoa ol' One Eye started dancin' and a choir sang a hymn
They dropped a pregnant weasel on the crater at the rim
The dead man was jumpin' with a jenny on his legs
And a wild boar, snorting fire, scrambling his eggs
Now, Jeeter was a shoelace on a two-heeled boot
He could barely get his Lincolns in his White House suit
The captain said to Jeeter, "Put a six on the goat!"
And Jeeter said .... "What?"
Jeeter, you better crib that stray
And heave that brick in the bay, now
Jeeter, you better crib that stray
And heave that little brick in the bay
And heave that little brick in the bay
Spoken: "Hurry, man, before Sally takes her eye out"
And heave that little brick in the bay
Spoken: "Don't let that porcupine
Get none of that hangman pie
Or we'll all be whistlin' in the corn crib
If you know what I mean"