Lambchop Cigar Lyrics

Workers take a break under the same old tree
And I seen a bee stinging
And my clock is cleaning itself
Here's to the health of the migrant worker
Singing un-American tunes

Johnny O'Clock was a detective
And I was an audience of one
Nothing smells better than the air before it rains
And it rains like hell
And who talks trash like that?

Tell me, what is wrong with apples? I'll meet you at Benton Chapel
Let it all go down
To the holy town
And share a lot of singin'
Let it all go down
To the holy town
And share a lot of sinnin'

And there's a park
That I look out on
And every day you show up to sit
You crack a book
Wipe it down
Considerin'
And smoke your big cigar