Riders of the Whistling Skull Lyrics – Cornbugs
Singer: Cornbugs
Title: Riders of the Whistling Skull
Come along you feckless children
Don’t be diffident or dull
Let me tell you all about the riders of the whistling skull
Let me shout it out, America
To every hall and hull
It’s the riders, oh, the riders
Of the mystic whistling skull
Can’t you hear ’em clipping, clopping
Glopping down the wash?
Can’t you smell ’em plopping, dropping
Pants all full of squash?
This is my cowboy fantasy
The riders are my dad and me
My brothers, too, my mom makes five
Hoots and hollers so alive
My darling little chickadees, Mary-Anne and Jane
Three cats, two rats, a mess of fish
A bird that’s quite insane
Wе’re all on quarter horses
Wе’re all of us so gay
Riding, riding, riding
To our whistling hideaway
The rocky skull, it whistles
When the winds are blowing cold
No bombs, no guided missiles
And we never get too old
We steal from the idle rich
You bet we keep it all
We guzzle fungus water
And we always have a ball
Riding, riding, riding ‘cross the pinkish hills of Mars
Riding, riding, riding with the queen of Zanzibar
So come along, you lazy children
We are never, ever dull
My friends and pets and family
This is my dream, my fantasy
We are the rock-eyed riders of the mystic whistling skull
We are the rock-eyed riders of the mystic whistling skull
Come along you feckless children
Don’t be diffident or dull
Let me tell you all about the riders of the whistling skull
Let me shout it out, America
To every hall and hull
It’s the riders, oh, the riders
Of the mystic whistling skull
Can’t you hear ’em clipping, clopping
Glopping down the wash?
Can’t you smell ’em plopping, dropping
Pants all full of squash?
Yeah
Oh, yeah
The rocky skull, it whistles
When the winds are blowing cold
No bombs, no guided missiles
And we never get too old
We steal from the idle rich
You bet we keep it all
We guzzle fungus water
And we always have a ball
Riding, riding, riding ‘cross the pinkish hills of Mars
Riding, riding, riding with the queen of Zanzibar
So come along, you lazy children
We are never, ever dull
My friends and pets and family
This is my dream, my fantasy
We are the rock-eyed riders of the mystic whistling skull
Can’t you hear ’em clipping, clopping
Glopping down the wash?
Can’t you smell ’em plopping, dropping
Pants all full of squash?
Riding, riding, riding ‘cross the pinkish hills of Mars
Riding, riding, riding with the queen of Zanzibar
So come along, you lazy children
We are never, ever dull
My friends and pets and family
This is my dream, my fantasy
We are the rock-eyed riders of the mystic whistling skull
We are the rock-eyed riders of the mystic whistling skull
We are the rock-eyed riders of the mystic whistling skull
Can’t you hear ’em clipping, clopping
Glopping down the wash?
Can’t you smell ’em plopping, dropping
Pants all full of squash?
This is my dream, my fantasy
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