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lloyd's summer vacation - jace everett lyrics

now lloyd was unaccustomed to the company he kept
that night he pulled out all the stops
yeah, it was nothing but the best
he proffered kosher funnel cakes
h*ll, he powdered every plate
poured them all some manischevitz
so they wouldn’t mind the wait

he was all like
“come in, come in now. please, please take a seat”
while his giggling girls, they twitterеd down the hall
but you could almost smell the tеnsion
through the windows, from the street
yeah, you could almost read the writing on the wall

yeah the writings on the walls

folks greased up their little torches
and they pitch forked ’round the house
they cried, “we’d like to get to know them lloyd
why don’t you send them out?”
slipping through the front door, lloyd he begged them to decist
then he made them all an offer even he could not resist

meanwhile, his guests are getting restless
as they scr*pe back in their chairs
poke their beaks out of the windows and glower down the stairs
they yanked ol’ lloyd back in the house told him
“good god man, pack up the kids, pack up the wife
and fire up the van!!”
soaking up the rain
with a shaker full of salt
gotta get away
you better, you better
soaking up the rain
with a shaker full of salt
gotta get away

so lloyd packed up the family
and they headed it ouf town
(this was before the ocean died, see, and walls burned to the ground)
they said, “just keep on drivin’ man. maybe hide out in the woods.”
so very few instructions
even fewer understood

now mamma, don’t look back in anger
mamma don’t look back at all
but she never could contain herself
(no it’s really not her fault)
she had her mother’s crystal china and her daddy’s crystal b*lls
then a flash, then a bang, then a shaker full of salt

soaking up the rain
with a shaker full of salt
gotta get away
no it ain’t her fault
soaking up the rain
with a shaker full of salt
gotta get away
poor old what’s her face…

later in the evening after everything they’d seen
those whispering, giggling girls cooked up a nasty little scheme
the b*gg*rs and the beggars would have shook their heads in shame
but they didn’t get the chance man, they was soaking up the rain!

a little drop of poison in a jigger full of wine
you keep it in the family, it all works out in time
see lloyd was not the kind of man to love and leave a lady
he raised up two strong daughters
then he made his own grand babies!

- jace everett lyrics

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