Henry was a good boy from Georgia His mama thought he could lose some weight Now his mama's creative She went to the music store And brought home a stand up bass
He carried that bass everywhere that he'd go Started to study the greats Snuck home some Charles Mingus records one night Blew his young mind clean away
He got a pork pie hat just like Mingus Stole some of those little cigars Carried that bass to school every day Smoked cigars in the school yard
Started savin' his lunch money Set aside some every day Said he was gonna buy an airline ticket And fly off to Europe and play
He'd play for the cultured folks out there The kind that wore scarves and berets Some high-minded people who smoke little cigarettes And drink little coffees all day
That's until his mother came home one afternoon Found his money, found his cigars Took all those Charles Mingus records outside Ran em over Just crushed em She made him to eat boiled cod every night
No TV, certainly no books Sent him away to a military school Turned his bedroom into an office
Henry got to marchin' Pushin' up, pullin' up Blowin' on bugles all day He never heard no Charles Mingus again And Lord knows he lost more than weightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
