The Unballed Ballad Of The New Folksinger - Slim Cessna's Auto Club

The horse-bells herald in this folksinger

Once a year I return but I do not tend to linger

The children gather round they call me 'The Great Bringer'

Gather round…

The Great Castration starts today

I found my clippers underneath a broodmare

She bucked me off teaching me to find a pair

It bit hard freeing me of all my cares

Gather round…

The Great Castration starts today

That look on your face says your spine was just a rumor

I volunteer you to be the folks future

I give you everything -- as well as two statues --

Hither round…

First joining

There be two for this years folksinger class

I need one more to take the shape of Mama Cass

Forget your history just whine about your loneliness

Hither round…

Second joining

The Great Castration starts today

Gather round round gather round gather round round

Come hither

Third joining

That taste in your mouth is what you feed the folk sheep

From me to you I have taught as a bird eats

Water water down they’ll gather and sing-a-bleat

Gather round…