Rad Gumbo Little Feat Bill Payne, Paul Barrere, Martin Kibbee, Sam Clayton, Ken Gradney, Neon Park If you walk in off the street You can take the load right off your feet Mamma bring the menu to your seat But the bill of fare be short & sweet Won't find no etouffe Mamm never ever could cook it that way She's all ancien regime No nouvell cuisine She cook gumbo A mighty rad gumbo It's the only way she can go Down at the Club Rad Gumbo Now the heads and shells stay in the stock She stirs her roux and really rocks One gallon shellfish stock or water Man this gumbo is made to order Two toes of garlick finely chopped Man this party just can't be stopped Mamma's pots are boiling, band starts to blow Piano keys a flying like Fats Domino She cook gumbo A mighty rad gumbo It's the only way she… Source: Musixmatch
Lou Reed The Little Willies We were drivin' through West Texas The land of beef and pork Where they tend the hides of leather We wear back in New York In a pasture, along a roadside Behind a brokedown shack On a dusky side of evening We saw a figure dressed in black And we don't mean to sound like we're trippin' But we swear to God We saw Lou Reed cow tippin' Cow tippin' Hey Lou, "Is that you?" She said as we pulled to the shoulder He just said, "Go screw." And then he turned and tipped one over Under a spitshine Western sky The color of blue varnish Hey it's like Fellini Actually I'm thinkin' more like Jim Jarmusch And we can't say how much we've been sippin' But we swear to God We saw Lou Reed cow tippin' Cow tippin' I got cops on the cell I said I got a little story to tell Lou Reed is in… And we hope our perceptions isn't slippin' But we swear to God We saw Lou Reed cow tippin' Cow tippin' Cow tippin' Cow tippin' Cow tippin' You really think that was Lou Reed? Cow tippin' I'm sure it was, he was wearing black Levis Cow tippin' I thought he was a vegetarian Cow tippin' He's just tippin' them over, he wasn't eating them Cow tippin' Oh Cow tippin' Source: LyricFind
When I first got this album, I skipped over this song, many times, BIG MISTAKE! It has really grown on me. Future Farmers of America Lou Reed Born on a farm in a transatlantic moonlight Split like a cord of wood my family broke up Sold like a piece of steer, a piece of meat, a cow A breathing piece of shit Picked for my age, for my strength and make up Called for I was tall, I was big, I could hold up A tree or a piece of steel I could do What my fat owner can't Ah, future farmers of America Future farmers of America Future farmers of America Ah I'm always watching the way his wife looks me over I have a sex twice as big as her husband's If I wasn't so large, so strong, so pale I'd disappear under a bush Colorless men and ladies of the world unite Kill your master with one cut of your knife Kill them during sex, kill them during talk Kill them whenever you can Future farmers of America Future farmers… These - Stupid black owners are foreigners to affairs of the heart Look at me, I'll never own land that I work on Every one of us here shares a surname This father must die I was born on the dark cusp of twilight My father was dark, my mother was light Look at me, I'm strong I could crush him in my fist Ah I could crush him in my I could crush him in my I could crush him in my fist I could crush him in my I could crush him in my I could crush him in my fist Future farmers of America I could crush him in my fist Future farmers of America I could crush him in my fist Future farmers of America I could crush him in my fist Source: LyricFind