Duster's Music

Old man wess 'n his ways
well if I had my way
I'd well I ought’ta, would well, I'd
throw em in his damn'd grave
and spit on his corpse
no, break both of his legs!
crunch them bones good yes
no that, no isn't...

Ghau I'd lop their heads I would
fer accusin' me cos'
I ain't a regular thief
but the only thief 'n
old man Wess I'd
steal his chin and smash it 'gainst his knee
'n call 'em Wess, 'the bloody mess'
'n take his teeth to the kids
with dirty mustache beard
and see how they like me yes..no...

A syrup of ale at the bar
what with that cowboy dudes stare
he'zza funny lookin' one
I just wanna dare 'em ensnare me up
he'zza good for nothin' somethin'...

'N I gone to zuh graveyard dunno why
and met a man who looked so wry
who asked me if I liked the gold
'n I said 'gold?' t'was a word so bold
and took me down the creek
with golden eyes agleam 'n
said he'd play me music
that I'd see his rainbow'd beams...
okay

and for as long I followed
he only hurried ahead,
this musician a kook who
waved batons above his head.
But immediately I felt sober
as he turned around the corner,
so I sat down with a ghost
to have a drink instead.

so 'zen dis sappy lookin' kid
'n some spunky tom girl
with old Wess all approach me,
so what else'z there I wondered
for a Duster to do, 'n with
with last sip of wine I thought
the place wa'nt right
and it wa'nt gettin' righter,
'n I follow right behind em'...
towards the musical blunder.

...And down the waterfall we go
as three years pass and go...

I completely lost to rock 'n roll and jazz 'cause
it was freely moving dreamily with a washing
and nothin' of the little world shrunk
but a whole world grew as I strummed that bass guitar.
Rockin' out King Piggy with the bite of Beethoven
for our ever-loving pigmasked fans,
my name was Lucky

but Violet with her beauty
told me such a harsh story
that a couple concerts later
I met that poignant little kid
and off we went again.
So I helped that Lucas
for another day of music.