Letras:
French Horn

death around the corner, I see death around the corner I see death around the corner, I see death around the corner I see death around the corner All

a trubute to some of my friends Freddie Cohen Mike Ward Johnny Adams Raymond Miles Al Hirt James Booker Pork Chop Placida Florence Davenport Famous Lambert Papa French Emery Thompson Jeannette Kimble Johnny Horn

for my turn Sitting 'round the campfire Waiting for my turn Oh I've been waiting all week Just to talk to Jimmy who plays the French horn He's got skin

pawn shop marimba and I leaned it up against a dandelion tree And I filled me a sachel full of old pig corn and I beat me a billy from an old French horn

in a drum, double strong wrong here comes the horn you call for woman in a box with her head in her box speaks french when spoken like a tourist french

um, hmm, in that case, the part of the Grandfather will be played by, huh, a bassoon.... Three French horns play the part of... uhm... three French horns

here Well my pizza delivery guys, they all wear suits And all my musicians they play in the nude The lawyers wear nipple rings they kiss my ass And the French horn

tin And led me through the open fields [Incomprehensible] In my dizzy stupor, I was Trying to forfeit all that I'd known Listen to that French Horn

an' my iced out dial I tap my horn, say, "What up?" but never smile An' deuce ass niggas is noodles An' your broke ass stripper weave is lookin' like a poodle Excuse my French