Momus Team Clermont Lyrics

Come grasshopper let's tell the tale again
Five southern men
Of Team Clermont, five southern gentlemen
Five southern men
Their mission's indie music and their weapon is the
phone
Battling indifference on the college radio shows
To Hefner and The Creatures and a host of other schmoes
Five southern men

Five ponchos, five sombreros, and a phone
Five southern men
The shadows of five horsemen on the desert horizon
Five southern men
DJs who play Metallica tremble as they come
Saddlebags packed up with something deadlier than guns
The new Kid Silver, Daniel Johnston and DJ Krush albums
Five southern men

Team Clermont men
Ha!

Lucas, like Clint Eastwood in a tux
Five southern men
Brings lore straight from the back woods about what
fish are best to f(richochet)k
Five southern men
Jumps off his trusty steed and shoots the technicolor
breeze Right beside a cactus there on his hands and knees
One too many Pabst Blue Ribbons on top of those green
beans
Five southern men

Nelson is an outlaw tall and thin
Five southern men
He screeches like a parrot and you'll swear a bird flew
in
Five southern men
Brian Bowen, tall and free amongst the Georgia
tumbleweed
With his plastic black rimmed glasses and his jacket
made of tweed
Thank goodness that's the style of a dying breed
Five southern men

Team Clermont men
Hoo!

Grandpaw Jimmy, he's the long arm of the law
Five southern men
He spins yarns about the good old days of rock and roll
Five southern men
Ol' Bill Benson has a coffee mug forever in his hand
His goatee beard is gone but that Pabst Blue Ribbon can
Still lingers on, still lingers on
Team Clermont men
Ha!

Team Clermont men
Ha!

Team Clermont men