Lloyd's Summer Vacation - Jace Everett

Now lloyd was unaccustomed to the company he kept

That night he pulled out all the stops

Yeah, it was nothing but the best

He proffered kosher funnel cakes

Hell, he powdered every plate

Poured them all some manischevitz

So they wouldn’t mind the wait

He was all like,

«come in, come in now.

Please, please take a seat»

While his giggling girls, they twittered down the hall

But you could almost smell the tension

Through the windows, from the street

Yeah, you could almost read the writing on the wall

Yeah the writings on the walls

Folks greased up their little torches

And they pitch forked 'round the house

They cried, «we'd like to get to know them lloyd,

Why don’t you send them out?»

Slipping through the front door, lloyd he begged them to decist

Then he made them all an offer even he could not resist

Meanwhile, his guests are getting restless

As they scrape back in their chairs

Poke their beaks out of the windows and glower down the stairs

They yanked ol' lloyd back in the house told him,

«good god man, pack up the kids, pack up the wife,

And fire up the van!!»

Soaking up the rain

With a shaker full of salt

Gotta get away

You better, you better

Soaking up the rain

With a shaker full of salt

Gotta get away

So lloyd packed up the family

And they headed it ouf town

(this was before the ocean died, see, and walls burned to the ground)

They said, «just keep on drivin' man.

Maybe hide out in the woods.»

So very few instructions

Even fewer understood

Now mamma, don’t look back in anger

Mamma don’t look back at all

But she never could contain herself

(no it’s really not her fault)

She had her mothers crystal china and her daddys crystal balls

Then a flash, then a bang, then a shaker full of salt

Soaking up the rain

With a shaker full of salt

Gotta get away

No it ain’t her fault

Soaking up the rain

With a shaker full of salt

Gotta get away

Poor old what’s her face…

Later in the evening after everything they’d seen

Those whispering, giggling girls cooked up a nasty little scheme

The buggers and the beggars would have shook their heads in shame

But they didn’t get the chance man, they was soaking up the rain!

A little drop of poison in a jigger full of wine

You keep it in the family, it all works out in time

See lloyd was not the kind of man to love and leave a lady

He raised up two strong daughters

Then he made his own grand babies!