Les Claypool
Hendershot
Lonely, homely boy they called him LucyMama's little manAnd she calls him HendershotHis mama called him HendershotBe seen and not be heard, they told himHe grew into a big man they callHendershotThey always call him HendershotWalking down the side streets of SoHoChances are you'll bump into our friendHendershotThat's HendershotSitting on a blanket near Saint MarksIs a man selling handbags he gets fromHendershotBut he doesn't call him Hendershot
From Letras Mania