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I had to make a delivery (for work) to this Hillbilly. 'nuff said. |
CD: The Contrabulous Fabtraption of Professor Horatio Hufnagel
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Story Behind the Song
I work at a computer store. One day I was sent out on call to this trailer park, where I encountered a fat, pantless, flatulating character who ran a porno server in his trailer.
Lyrics
Near the highway there was a man to meet, his shack was off the road about 15 feet, answered the door with pants at his shins, the porch scattered with rusty coffee tins. grab the close-pin off the floor, plug your nose and push through the door.
He doesn’t have a friend
He doesn’t have a wife
He hasn’t got a dime to spend
He hasn’t got a life
Trailer Park Man
Feel your way down the narrow hall, yellow bacon fat all over the wall. Shiny reflection off his head, Old brown dog sleeping in his bed.
Nude women on computer screens, Jumbled wires and musty old machines.
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Cutting one bending over in his dirt driveway full bucktooth banjoplaying lawnmower racing neighbors with aluminum tubes on wheels for houses. Trailer Park Man I’m never come back again.
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