Transcriptions
 
Bad Rapping HM The Pedestrian Martin's Horse The Ballad of Dan McGroo The Train
Black Cross HM The Policeman Murder The Chairs (4 Way Bit) To Swing Or Not To Swing
Boston Tea Party Horses Mouth My Own Railroad The Chastity Belt Willie The Shake
Buckly's First Jet Ride Is This The Sticker? Nero The Gasser  
Fire Chief James Dean People (Epilogue) The Gettysburg Address
Georgia Sweet And Kind Jonah and The Whale Religion The Hip Einie
Gods Own Drunk Let It Down Scrooge The Hip Gahn  
Governor Slugwell Lions Speak For Yourself, John The Nazz  
H Bomb Maharaja Subconscious Mind The Pied Piper
Hip Hiawatha Marc Antony Supermarket The Raven
 
 
 
 
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(Cf. Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2, lines 74-108)

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 groovey 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 Ceasar'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 hipped the treasury well.
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 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