Billy The Mountain Lyrics

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  Billy the Mountain
  Billy the Mountain
  A regular picturesque
  Postcardy mountain
  Residing between lovely
  Rosamond and Gorman
  With his staning wife Ethel
  A tree, a tree.

  Billy was a Mountain
  Ethel was a tree growing off of his shoulder
  Billy was a Mountain
  Billy was a Mountain
  Ethel was a tree growing off of his shoulder
  Ethel was a tree growing off of his shoulder
  ( Hey, hey, hey! )
  Billy had two big
  Caves for eyes
  With a cliff for a jaw
  That would go up or down
  And whenever it did
  He'd puff out some dust
  And hack up a boulder, hack.
  Hack up a boulder, hack, hack.
  Hack up a boulder, hack, hack.
  Hack up a boulder.

  Now, one day, and I believe it was on Tuesday,
  a man in checkered double-knit suit
  drove up in large El Dorado Cadillac leased from Bob Spreene
    ( "Where the freeways meet in Downey!" )
  and he laid a huge bulging envelope right at the corner of BILLY
  THE MOUNTAIN, that was right where his foot was supposed to be.
  Now BILLY THE MOUNTAIN, he couldn't believe it:
  All those postcards he'd posed for, for all of those years,
  and finally, now at last, his royalties!
  "Royalties, royalties, royalties! The royalty check is in, honey!"
  ... Yes, BILLY THE MOUNTAIN was rich! Yes, and his eyeball caves,
  they widened in amazement... and his jaw, which was a cliff, well
  it ... it dropped thirty feet! A bunch of dust puffed out ...
  rocks and boulders hacked up, hack! hack! ... crushing the Lincoln ...

  I gave him the money
  He acted real funny
  He hacked up a rock and
  It totaled my car
  Oh do you
  Know any trucks
  Might be bound for the valley
  I don't wanna stand here
  All night in this bar
  ( Dear Lord )
  I don't wanna stand here
  All night in this bar
  ( No shit )
  I don't wanna stand here
  All night in this bar

  By two o'clock, when bars had already closed down, Billy had broken the
  big news to Ethel, AHHHH, and with dust and boulders everywhere, Billy,
  choked with exitement, announced: "Ethel, we're going on a vacation!"...
  Yes, and they were going on a vacation, oh, and Ethel, Ethel, Ethel, like
  any little woman, she of course was very excited ... she creaked a little
  bit, and some old birds flew off of her. Billy told Ethel they were going
  to... yes, they where going to New York! "Ethel, we're  going to...
  New York!
  But first they were gonna stop in Las Vegas...

   "It's off to Las Vegas to check out the lounges,
   Pull a few handles and drink a few beers, oh Ethel,
   Ethel, my darling, you know that I love you,
   I'm glad we could have a vacation this year,
   Oh neat-o, glad we could have a vacation this year."

   They left that night, crunchin' across the Mojave Desert,
   their voices echoing thru the canyons of your minds...
   "Ethel, wanna get a cuppa cawfee? Howard Johnson's, ahhh
   there's a Howard Johnson's! ... Wanna eat some clams? ...

   The first noteworhty piece of real estate they destroyed was Edwards Air
   Force Base. And to this very day, wing-nuts and data reduction clerks
   alike speak in reverent whispers about that fateful night when Test Stand
   Number One and the rocket sled itself got LUNCHED, I said LUNCHED,
   by a famous mountain and his small wooden wife ...

   "Word just in to the KTTV news service undeniably links this mountain and
   his wife to drug abuse and payoffs as part of San Joaquin Valley smut ring.
   However, we can assure parents in the Southern California area that a
   recent narcotic crackdown in Torrence ... Hawthorne ... Lomita ...
   Westchester ... Playa del Rey ... Santa Monica ... Tujunga ... Sunland
   ... San Fernando ... Pacoima ... Sylmar ... Newhall ... Canoga Park ...
   Palmdale ... Glendale ... Irwindale ... Rolling Hills ... Granada Hills
   ... Shadow Hills ... Cheviot Hills ... will provide the secret evidence
   the Palmdale Grand Jury has needed to seek a criminal indictement and
   pave the way for stiffer legislation, increased federal aid, and avert
   a crippling strike of bartenders and veterinarians throughout the inland
   empire ..."

   Within the week, Jerry Lewis had hosted a telethon ( La La La nice lady )
   to raise funds for the injured, "injured", and homeless, "homeless"
   in Glendale, as Billy had just levelled it.
    And a few miles right outside of town Billy caused a
   'Oh mine/my(?) papa' in the earth's crust, right over the secret underground
   dumps, right near the Jack In The Box on Glenoaks where they keep the pools
   of old poison gas and obsolete germs bombs, just as a freak tornado cruised
   through ... Yes, it was about three o'clock in the afternoon when little
   Howard Kaplan was sitting on his porch ( "Toto...!") just playing
   ( "Come here, Toto ...!") and having a nice time with his little accordion,
   ("Toto...!") and this weird wind came up, direct from Glendale,
   blowing those terrible germs in his direction ...
   and all this caused by huge mountain
   ("Aunty Em") somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly,
   sucking up two-thirds of it ( suck, suck, suck)
   for an ultimetly dispersal over vast stretches of ... WATTS!!!

   Now, unless I misunderstood, it was right outside of Columbus, Ohio
   when Billy received his notice to report for his induction physical. Now
   lemme tell ya, Ethel said, now Ethel, Ethel said she wasn't gonna let him
   go ... "I'm not gonna  let you go, Billy" ... that's right, we now have
   confirmed reports from an informed Orange County minister that Ethel is
   still an active communist and it is this reporter's opinion that she also
   practices covent WITCH-CRAFT ...

   It was about this time that the telephone rang inside of the secret
   briefcase belonging to one mortal man who might be able to stop all of
   this senseless destruction and save America herself. And I'm sorry to
   disappoint some of you, it was not Chief Redden. This one man was
   Studebacher Hoch, fantastic new super hero of the current economic slump.
   Now, some folks say he looked like Zubin Mehta (Zubin Mehta);
   still others say "Bullshit, honey, it was just another greasy guy
   who happened to be born next to the frozen beef pies at Boney's Market...";
   still others say "Pshaw/Shaun(?), and piss on you, Jack,
   he's just a crazy Iatlian who drove a red car ..."
   You see, nobody ever really knew for sure because Studebacher
   was sooooo mysterious ....

   He was so ( he was so, he was so) mysterious
   He was so ( he was so, he was so) mysterious
   'Cuz when a person gets to be such a hero, folks
   And marvelouse beyond compute
   You can never really tell about a guy like that
   Whether he's really a nice person
   Or if he just smiles a lot
   Or if he has a son named Pinocchio or what.
   Whether he's really a nice person
   Or if he has a son named Pinocchio or what.
   Some men say he could fly
   Some men say he could swim
   Others say he could sing like Neil Sedaka,
   And all the girls in Flushing would be amazed of him
   Two, three amazed of him ... amazed ...

   Time passed. January, February, March, July, Wednesdey, August, Irwindale,
   two-thirty in the afternoon, Sunday, Monday, Funny Cars, Walnuts, City of
   Industry, Big John Masamanian ...
   So when the phone ring in the secret briefcase, a
   strong masculine hand with a Dudley Do-Right wristwatch and flexy braclet
   grabbed it and answered in a deep, calmly assured voice: "So... ah...
   yeah, yeah hello already ... what? ... well, yeah? ... Ah-are you kidding?
   ... You're not kidding ... a mountain ... with a tree growing off of its
   shoulder? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah listen, by the way, before you
   go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the
   front, yeah? Yeah, you should move some of those for me ... We're having
   a lot of,...listen, so kiss little Jakee on the head... and how's your
   wife's hemorrhoids?...ah, that's too bad...Listen...so you've got a
   mountain, with a tree, listen, causing...well, let me write this down...
   sorta take a few notes here...yeah? ...to El Segundo, huh?...causing
   untold destruction..( my baby, my baby )...wanted for draft evasion?...
   an expense account? ... and per diem, too?..."

   SOME MEN SAY HE COULD DANCE
   They said he could dance
   And of course they were right ...

   Ladies and gentelmen, this is it: The Studebacher Hoch
   Dancing Lesson & Cosmic Prayer For Guidence, featuring Aynsley Dunbar!
   ... HIT IT! ...
   TWIRLY, TWIRLY, TWIRLY, TWIRLY, TWIRLY, Fillmore ...
   Hey, right hand from a heart
   Left hand from a heart
   Right hand from a heart
   Left hand from a left shoulder
   To the heart. Fillmore, Fillmore ...
   Nobody can dance like Studebacher Hoch ...
   So many rumors have spread about Studebacher Hoch ... consider this
   rumor which was published about three weeks ago in ROLLING STONE
   ( oh, it's gotta be true! ) ... Studebacher Hoch can write the Lord's
   Prayer on the head of a pin!" (NO!) do-do-do do-do-doot doot do-do-do ...
   ... I'm so hip ... beef pies ... he was born next to the beef pies,
   underneath Joni Mitchell's autographed picture, right beside Elliot
   Robert's big bank book, next to the boat where Crosby flushed away all
   his stash and the cops got him in the boat and drove away, to the can where
   Neil Young slipped another disc ...

   [ Frozen ??? pie
     Frozen ??? pie
     Frozen ??? pie
     And that was the main influence on him
     The influence of a frozen beef pie ]

   Boldly springing into action he phoned his wife who ran a modeling school,
   whereupon he... yes, he ran around the back of the Broadway at Hollywood
   Boulevard and Vine to see if he could find himself some big, large,
   unused cardboard boxes ( no shit! )... after which he hit up the Ralph's
   on Sunset for some Aunt Jemima syrup, some Kaiser boiler foil and pair
   of blunt sissors, yeah! ... yes, and in the parking lot of Ralph's ...
   where no prices are lower prices than Ralph's... in the parking lot of
   Ralph's, in between a pair of customized trucks where nobody was looking,
   he cut out some really, really, really nice wings and he covered them
   thoroughly with foil ...

   Then he took those wings and wedged one under each of his powerful
   arms and sneaked into a telephone booth ..YES,YES!! And then he shut the
   fucking door! ... And he pulled down his blue denim policeman-type
   trouser pants, and he spread even amounts of Aunt Jemima maple syrup all
   over the inside of his legs! ... Soon the booth was filling  with flies
   ( help me! help me! help me! ) ... He held open the legs of his boxer
   shorts so they could all get in, and when each and every one of those
   little cocksucking flies had gone into his pants and they were lapping up
   all that maple syrup, he bent over and he put his head between his legs and
   he said in a very clear, impressive, Ron-Hubbard-type voice: "New York"...
   And the booth and everything lifted up, out of parking lot, and into
   the sky.

   Studebacher Hoch
   YEAH, YEAH,
   Studebacher Hoch
   Studebacher Hoch
   Studebacher Hoch
   YEAH, YEAH,
   Studebacher Hoch
   Studebacher Hoch
   He's coating his legs
   With Aunt Jemima syrup up and down
   His shorts will be filled with flies
   That will be buzzing all around
   Studebacher Hoch is really outa sight
   Studebacher Hoch, he does it every night
   Studebacher Hoch, he treats the flies all right
   Studebacher Hoch
   That's why they never bite, hey!

   Hey please to New York
   Fly to New York

   He could be a dog
   Or a frog
   Or a lesbian queen
   (Fly to New York)
   He could be a narc
   Or a lady marine
   Or he might play dirty
   He's over thirty
   Getting old ...
   I don't know
   His peculiar attire
   And the flies he requires
   Keep leading him on
   'Cuz Ethel is gone
   They keep leading him on
   'Cuz Ethel is gone
   And the mountain she's on

   And speaking of mountains - - we'll join Studebacher Hoch on the edge
   of BILLY THE MOUNTAIN's mouth .. take it away! ...

   "Ah ... ya, ya, ya, hey-ah, Billy, listen ... I've come to reason with you
   ... our great country needs you in the armed forces ... Your number came
   up ... ya can't go on running like this forever ..."

   Ah, but Ethel just shook her twigs angrily. But Studebacher Hoch, calm,
   cool, collected and unperturbed, continued:

   "Ya, well listen ... listen you communist sonofabitch ... you better get
   your ass down there for your fuckin' physical or I'll see to it that you
   get used for fill dirt in some impending New Jersey marsh reclamation ...
   And your girlfiend there will wind up disguised as series of brooms,
   primative ironing boards or a dog house ... get the ( cough, cough) get
   the picture?"

   Ya, well Billy just laughed:

   "Ha, ha, ha. If they think they're gonna draft me, they're crazy."

   Unfortunately, because Studebacher Hoch was standing on the edge of
   BILLY THE MOUNTAIN's mouth when the giant mountain laughed ... Studebacher
   Hoch lost his footing and fell screaming, two hundred feet into the
   rubble below ... ( "Aaahhhhh, oh fuck, I'm gonna need a truss ...")

   Ah listen, that only goes to show you
   And it'l show you once again that
   A mountain is something you don't wanna fuck with
   You don't wanna fuck with
   Don't fuck around
   Don't fuck around
   Don't fuck with Billy, No
   And don't fuck with Ethel
   You saw what just happened
   To the guy with the flies

   Don't fuck around
   Don't fuck around
   Don't fuck around
   Don't fuck around
   Don't fuck around
   Don't fuck around
   Don't fuck around
   With Biddilly, Biddilly
   Biddilly The Mountain

   Eddie, are you kidding?
   Eddie, are you kidding?
   Oh I forgot to mention this is where we take our intermission.
   we will see you in a few minutes
   Thank you, We'll be back.