Joe Hawley The Apologue Of Hot Rod Duncan Lyrics

[Verse 1]
In an amblin' van lived a banjo man
​and his name was Hot Rod Duncan
He didn't know why they called him that
​but he just went along with it

[Chorus]
Hot Rod Duncan always felt ashamed
Hot Rod Duncan didn't know his name

[Post-Chorus]
(Poor Hot Rod)

[Verse 2]
Now Hot Rod had a savvy dad
​who died for the business part
The instrument was relevant
​as long as it played like art

[Chorus]
Hot Rod Duncan di'n't know how to string it
Hot Rod Duncan opted just to wing it

[Post-Chorus]
(Oh well)

[Verse 3]
Soon Hot Rod was the best because
​he traveled well and wise
The van was actually
​an electric spaceship in disguise

[Chorus]
Hot Rod Duncan hail'd from the Appalachians
Hot Rod Duncan transcend'd global nations

[Post-Chorus]
(Yee-ha)

[Interlude]
(Go, Hot Rod)
(Take it, Hot Rod)
(He said take it)
(What's the matter? Can't take it?)
(You gotta remember to string up that banjo)
(I tell you what)

[Verse 4]
One time he flew his banjo to
​the planet Jupiter
Among the rife intelligent life
​he managed to locate her [Chorus]
Hot Rod Duncan found his unicorn
Hot Rod Duncan: magically reborn

[Verse 5]
Eventually he came to see
​the banjo was his friend
He help'd that girl to spacey whirls
She learn'd him how to bend

[Chorus]
Hot Rod Duncan strung that banjo well
Hot Rod Duncan played it purty swell

[Post-Chorus]
(You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

[Verse 6]
When Hot Rod came to know his name
​he returned to planet Earth
And this is where (by just a hair)
​he finally glean'd his worth

[Chorus]
Hot Rod Duncan: legend in his time
Hot Rod Duncan reasoned with a rhyme

[Post-Chorus]
(They adopted a dog named Cloister)

[Verse 7]
The he and she would guarantee
​a gleeful galaxy
They were so happy he phoned her pappy
​and the rest is history

[Interlude]
(I think it's T double-E double-R double-R double-I double-F double-I double-C, C, C. What kind of an acrobat do you think I am?)

[Outro]
Mmmm-Mmmm-Mmmm-Mmmm-Mmmm-Mmmm-Mmm
Mmmm-Mmmm-Mmmm-Mmmm-Mmmm-Mmm-Mmm-Mmm
Yea, the rest is his-to-ry