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...here's how it went down after:
With the Senate jumpin' salty all over the place, Mark the Spark showed on the scene, faced all the studs, wild and other wise, and shook up the whole scene as he BLEW: Hipsters, flipsters, and finger-poppin' daddies, Knock me your lobes, I came to lay Caesar out, Not to hip you to him. The bad jazz that a cat blows, Wails long after he's cut out. The groovy is often stashed with their frames, So don't put Caesar down. The swinging Brutus hath laid a story on you That Caesar was hungry for power. If it were so, it was a sad drag, And sadly hath the Caesar cat answered it. Here with a pass from Brutus and the other brass, For Brutus is a worthy stud, Yea, so are they all worthy studs, Though their stallions never sleep. I came to wail at Caesar's wake. He was my buddy, and he leveled with me. Yet Brutus digs that he has eyes for power, And Brutus is a solid cat. It is true he hath returned with many freaks in chains And brought them home to Rome. Yea, the looty was booty And hip the trays we weld Dost thou dig that this was Caesar's groove For the putsch When the cats with the empty kicks hath copped out, Yea, Caesar hath copped out, too, And cried up a storm. To be a world grabber a stiffer riff must be blown. Without bread a stud can't even rule an anthill. Yet Brutus was swinging for the moon. And, yea, Brutus is a worthy stud. And all you cats were gassed on the Lupercal When he came on like a king freak. Three times I lay the kingly wig on him, And thrice did he put it down. Was this the move of a greedy hipster? Yet, Brutus said he dug the lick, And, yes, a hipper cat has never blown. Some claim that Brutus' story was a gag. But I dug the story was solid. I came here to blow. Now, stay cool while I blow. You all dug him once Because you were hipped that he was solid How can you now come on so square Now that he's tapped out of this world. City Hall is flipped And swung to a drunken zoo And all of you cats are goofed to wig city. Dig me hard. My ticker is in the coffin there with Caesar, And, yea, I must stay cool 'til it flippeth back to me. ________________
from: LORD BUCKLEY IN CONCERT/Demon Verbals transcribed by Earl Rivers
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