Story Behind the Song
Like all songs with Spooge, Mr. (h)Ed was a haphazard collection of thoughts and notes that eventually collided and combined to form what would become an entity thought by many to be very questionably genius and by even more to be absolutely moronic.
Lyrics
Mr. (h)Ed
vocalizing manely
over incredible stiff spliff riffs
straight from the horse's mouth's shot gifts
what do all these words and notes that they play mean
they mean that meaning is reaming the impossible dream
and then you scream, obscene, so you think
lead your horse to the saloon so it can think
happy trail mix, rambling on and on
not much to say but the meaning of life
how the westside was won
the painted pony melts in the son
why ask why when what means what, and how, to who
who else would listen to this but the likes of you
hay is for horses and they are for hey
I have the answers in the darkness in the back of my stall
good morning, wilbur, come here with your carrot,
we can share it all
the answer is the buzz chip in the corner
and its steaming fresh with flies
hi ho silver and away we go
its off to the races, blew blood whether vane blow
everyone lost by a neck and the winners circle closed
do you know what an ass you are to me
shooting the shit with animals is for doolittles
who have the sight to see
the bit between my teeth
here is the bit, talkin shit,
just horsin around, bein the clown
coz ignorance is bliss and we know this coz we smile
when we piss after getting fucked up or fucked,
and these are just a few x samples of samples
of who rides who and whose getting shot
when youre lame or when you have no name
or the three percent haze of the clouded brain
of the humans and a horse
of course of course
chewin the hell out of my cud
sowin my wild oats for nude dinner
squashin kate the great and im in her
squashin kate the great and im in her
what is good, what is bad, whats the best bad you ever had
this could be the best or the worst depending on the dad
next of kin, ko-Ed
come and get the answers in the darkness in the back of the stall
its just around the back side north of the balls
mace in your face and youre wasted with the taste of revelation
then the hoof hits your forehead into enlightened intoxication
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