A true progressive masterpiece, without the instrumentals, but with all the nonsense.
Prolix consists of nearly 2 dozen members who write and record all songs in their individual eclectic ways. Most songs feature a mix of searing lead guitar, fun
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Lyrics
The hoto bird, sits in his tree
It's a rainy afternoon, he wants some cheese
Gouda, Muenster, Swiss and Colby Jack
Gone to pick up cheese, in the pasture by the shack
He has to ask, how does the bubbles get there
It must be the gas, from the cows
And the hoto bird, he ponders a bit
How do we dig up that cheese without getting feathers dirty
He reaches for the shovel, kept in handy knapsack
Extracted from dark earth, he bags his colby jack
He has to ask, where are my celabratory Hoogh Hoogh Kpantsk's?
He doesn't know.
Only the cheese will tell
Only the cheese will tell
Put on the magic hat, and cast the magic spell
He raises a morsel
Up to his beak
Just before he felt the final cut
The cheese it spoke, and it spoke to the hoto
Beware my avian friend, a simian beast now seeks you
He has to ask, what is this message for me
I do not understand
Only the cheese will tell
Only the cheese will tell
Put on the magic hat, and cast the magic spell
*get down*
Farmer monkey appeard, and he said unto the hoto
Why'd ya take my cheese, I wok vewy had fowr my cwops and I wrecken ya ain't gunna pay me
The scared little hoto clutched his dairy confection, if only I knew the magic spell
Bat's upon Aphrodite and the holy pits of Zeus!
Unknowingly the hoto muttered mighty words
The magic spell he said banished farmer monkey
To the dirty city of Paris, where they piss in the streets
(Down in France)
He has to ask, why all this good fortune
Farmer monkey is gona, and now the hoto bird can eat all of the cheese that was mentioned earlier in this song.
After four days of feasting, he's tired, he leans back
The branch can't support increased weight
And he tumbles to his death
Gouda, Muenster, Swiss, and deadly Colby Jack.
