Em
Well I hung on to Mary’s stump,
D
I danced with a soldiers glee
Em
With a rum-soaked crook, and a big fat laugh,
D
I spent my last dollar on thee
Em
I saw Bill Bones, gave him a yell,
D
Kehoe spiked the nog
Em
With a chain link fence and a scrap-iron jaw
D
Em
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
D
Em
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
D
Em
Em
D
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Ho-o-o-g
Em
Spider rolled in from Hollister Burn
D
on a one-eyed, stolen mare
Em
Donned himself with the chicken fat,
D
sawin’ on a jawbone violin there
Em
Kathleen was sitten down in
D
In her criminal underwear bra
Em
I was naked to the waist
D
Em
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
D
Em
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
D
Em
Em
D
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Ho-o-o-g
Em
Dig a big pit in a dirt alley road,
D
fill it with madrone and bay
Em
Stinks like hell and the neighbours complain,
D
don’t give a hoot what they say
Em
You gotta slap that hog
D
Gotta baste him with a sweeping broom
Em
You gotta swat them flies, and chain up the dogs
D
Em
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
D
Em
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
D
Em
Em
D
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Ho-o-o-g
Em
Rattlesnake piccatta with grapes and figs,
D
Old Brown Betty with a yellow wig
Em
‘Tain’t the mince-meat filigreeee,
D
and it ain’t the turkey-neck stew
Em
And it ain’t them bruleed ochra seeds,
D
tho’ she made them special for you
Em
Worse won a prize for the bottom-black pie,
D
the beans got thrown to the dawgs,
Em
Je-he-sius Christ, I can always make room
D
Em
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
D
Em
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
D
Em
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Ho-o-o-g
D
Em
Cooking up a Filipino Box Spring Ho-o-o-g
Em
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