Mcgrupp And The Watchful Hosemasters Lyrics - Phish

I've alternated my meager flock 

To the shores of the Baltic Sea 

The teeth of time have stowed the rhyme 

Of how things should be 

My cave, my house, my turning wheel 

My little docking pup 

The march of Colonel Forbin 

And his fleet hound called McGrupp 

The grime of countless workdogs 

Has collected in my sink 

I tie my nose with spandex hose 

Before I get a drink 

While on frozen warthogs 

With its poison in our minds 

The ferns that spot our children 

Are encased in orange rinds 

All times and seasons are the reasons 

That people and their clans 

Have stowed the Famous Mockingbird 

With glue and rubber bands 

They writhe and cry in agony 

As Rutherford the Brave 

Chokes Tela and the Unit Monster 

Managing to save 

The spotted striper's multi-beast 

And there by cheat his grave 

I'd like to get his autograph 

But he looks too much like Dave