Phish Lyrics

Harpua

Oom-pa-pa oom-pa-pa oom-pa-pa oom-pa-paaaaa

Fat sweaty bulldog
Stood in the sun
Stone village swamp man
Slow motion run
Tender poke police walker
Precious birthday fudge
Swamp night bull nail
Walker done done

Me and Harpua
We couldn't care few-a
It happens all the time
We beat Okimo

Oom-pa-pa oom-pa-pa oom-pa-pa oom-pa-paaaaa

Hot liquor stone jack
Bitter toothless flesh
Shabby pimple chin-slime
Evil milky rash

Me and Harpua
Spastic dead-eyed hound
Oozing dreadlock skullcap
We're coming to your town
We'll help you party down

Trey usually tells a story about jimmy and his cat poster nut bag and his cat gets into a fight with Harpua

PT2

Look! The storm's gone...

Jimmy...
Yes, Dad
Jimmy, I have some bad news...
What is it dad?
It's about your cat, Poster.
Poster Nutbag?.....

Your cat diiiiiiiiiied!
Poster is dead
Poster is dead
Poster's sooo dead

How about a goldfish?

I don't want a goldfish
How about a goldfish?
I don't...want a goldfish
How about a goldfish?
I don't want...a goldfish

I want...

A doooooog
A doooooog
There's a dog in the station
With an ugly mutation
And it needs lubrication each day
There's a dog in the station
Contemplating rotation
As a form of recreation and play

There's a dog in the station
With a bad reputation
It's a sign of the nation's decay
But the dog in the station
Doesn't need a vacation
As the people rush by dressed in graaaaay

A dog
A dog
A dog!