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

Pleased, flipped and grooved
by this very, very gracious group of lords and ladies here,
at the Marquis de Moople's Traveling Palace of Joy.

Like I splained to you before I'm a people worshiper.
I think people should worship people. I really do.

I went out looking for God the other day and I couldn't pin him.

So I figured if I couldn't find him I'd look for his stash.
His Great Lake of Love that holds the whole world in gear.
And when I finally found it I had the great pleasure of finding
that people were the guardians of it. Dig that.
So with my two times two is four,
I figured that if people were guarding the stash of Love known as God,
then when people swing in beauty they become little gods and goddesses.

And I know a couple of them myself personally.
I know you do, too.
I think people should worship people.

I like to worship somethin' I can see,
somethin' I can get my hands on,
get my brains on.

I don't know about that Jehovah cat!
I can't reach him. I don't know, I'm ...

Seemed like every time I found myself in a bind I always, uh,
nothing mystic came along to help me,
some man or some woman stepped up there, and said, "We'll help you.
We'll do this. We'll do that."

That's the way it looks to me, so, uh,
recently on the San Berdoo Freeway
I got hung up in an old junker car
goin' to Las Vegas Nevada.
Right in the middle of the freeway
during the rush hour it conked out.

Car...rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr drivin' a weak clutch...
whadda ya doin' let it in...don't step on it...

Oh, it was a madhouse,
like havin' lunch in the middle of the Indianapolis Speedway.

About three days went by and finally along came God.

There was two of 'em.
There was a big god and a little god.

They didn't know me from a ... fromma.
But they pushed and they pulled and they tugged and twisted
and they yanked and they gave me every possible assistance
in the world and finally got me on my way.

Haven't seen them since.

But I think that people,
I hope I haven't offended anyone's religious beliefs,
but I think, I think that people should worship people.

I really do.

Transcribed by EARL RIVERS