From the recording His Name Is Stan And He's A Bad Motherf**ker
His name is Stan and he’s a bad motherfucker…
His name is Stan and he’s a bad motherfucker
But now and then he makes you feel like such a sucker
Aye, Roger Dale?
Turning the screws he’ll work through the night
He’ll make everything alright
Tools to the left and God on the right
He’ll try with all his might
He says “gather the truest boards
And roll up the orange cord
This time that I cant afford.”
One time he told me “ you can wake up in the morning
Smoke your joint. It’s ok.
But every now and then it gets you without warning.”
Well, what could I say? Huh?
Flourescent lights in the dark of the night
Make everything, alright.
Spreading the glue he’ll die for the fight
Depth by width by height
He said “go make it fight tight and careful the saw bites”
Did that turn your hair white?
He said “go make it fit right and careful the saw bites”
Did that turned your hair white?
He said “gather the truest boards and roll up the orange cords”
Please wont you help me, Lord?