Wild Minks - Quelle Chris, Mach-Hommy

John the Baptist wore wild minks

Strewn 'bout the room with a swoon and a wink

Big body Bethlehem links

Top model, playing piano while he thinks

What’s perfection when life’s interesting on the brink?

Gregorian chants over drinks

In reverence from legends historians seek

Tone of Charlie’s good grief

With the soul of James' good feet

Those who never ate of strange fruits

Think his tooth is unique

Yet within his group he’s very couth at the least

Jus' well in tune with the movements of beasts

In the dark age he was unfazed by the new waves

And stayed true to his old ways

Word on the streets, was that he parted seas with ease

And broke breads with saints and thieves

The shade of his sleeve was the same as the slaves to kings

The raven’s wit and the mood that brings

The understanding of the enemy

And power in the song one sings

A boast that Joseph’s coat would beg to emote

Feasting on meats that was bled from the throat

Lambs and goats

Wiping the grease from said treats on the sleeves of his coats

Messages received from burnin' trees was translated to tablets so the heard

could read, indeed

He ghost wrote psalms, but few saw him on the scene

Masterpieces for the paychecks

Said he wants the same they cut Mike for the Sistine

Been an umpteen since he pissed clean

And stopped attending lessons, couple blocks from the bean

Don’t try to rewrite your story when you die

Johnny boy wore wild minks, and so will I

Why not?

Hey, hey sweetheart, bring me a glass, will ya?

Not a cup, a glass, rhymes with class, ya understand?

Come on, smarten up

It’s alright, it’s alright

Bobby Sherman, Christmas album, that’s where I got my style from, quite frankly

And I had this Panamanian tailor, this guy name Mr. Holt, I mean this guy,

I’m talkin' about a marvel with needle and thread, you know what I mean?

You don’t find guys that make clothes like this anymore, you know?

The linings he would come up with, you understand?

His business card, it didn’t say fuckin' tailor, it said fuckin' interior

decorator

And he comes up with these own patterns, you understand what I’m saying?

To the point where, you wanted to take the fuckin blazer off and turn it inside

out and wear it inside out, you know, you understand what I’m saying?

Because that’s how fuckin' marvelous you’d look here

You know, we’re talking, it’s the '60s, it’s free love, and everybody’s got the

fuckin', you know, the dashikis and the tie-dye on

And you want to fit in, you know, you don’t wanna be the odd man out

They got hot girls that look, you know, they got hot girls, you know,

hot hippie girls

You’ve seen a couple of them, yeah you know?

The other broads, you don’t-

Hey sweetheart?

Do me a favor?

Hey sweetheart, you up there?

Can, can you bring me a glass?

I’m thirsty here