Steam Powered Giraffe – The Suspender Man (Guitar)

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One moonlight night in the bayou a silhouette

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The air was sweet and the fog was vi-o-let

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The gators were all drinking tea, in a dreamy pantsless glee

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I saw a suspendered man, a banjo holstered in his hands.

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He had biggest red suspenders I ever did see, golly gee that's what I've seen

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He flicked the brim of his hat, and this is what he said to me.

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"Mister robot ah am The Suspender Man

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And dis banjo 'as shown me dah promised land.

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Now ah play a song but in return, yoo put dat shiny coin right 'ere in mah urn.

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And ah play yoo sumfin fine. Mah music gonna blow yo mind!"

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So I flicked my coin into his pot, I gotta admit it twasn't a lot

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Two cents and then his fingers wriggled,

                  C
he plucked those strings and belched a giggle.

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He tapped his foot, howled like a hound

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Igniting up the unholy sound.

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And I ain't never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never,

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never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never,

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never, never, never, never, never, heard anything so great.

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Call the vendors.

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Big Suspenders.

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That's what everybody wants to wear.

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They stretch to Nantucket.

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Put them in a bucket

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And send them to the gnome trapped down the well

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(Tug 'em with thumbs is ideal)

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(While rollin' back on your heels)

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And just like that he stopped playing

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My jaw dropped to the floor.

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He cracked his neck and smiled at me, And said,

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"Buddy, y'gotta pay for more!"

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But by then a crowd had swarmed the swamp,

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tossin' coin in after coin.

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So he cleared his throat, and his fingers writhed,

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and everyone shouted for Suspender Guy.

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Call the vendors

       Bb
Big Suspenders

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That's what grandma wants for her birthday

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They're bright red and awesome

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Even worn by opossums

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Nobody wants their pants to fall down

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(Ma and Pappy want 'em too)

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(Even the ghost of your Uncle Stu)

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(Yeah)

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All the children sing and dance

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Those banjo sounds instill a trance

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By 4 AM the press what hot

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Suspender Man on the front page spot

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Suspenders were in and spats were out

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The girls all suffered from fainting bouts

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The banjos flew off the shelves

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Sprouting wings with dreams

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of being played by Suspender Man.

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But in the middle of February

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the fog turned a crimson red

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The Suspender Man disappeared,

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everyone was heels over head

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But we found his suspenders and that old banjo

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sittin' right here on his log

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And though he's gone,

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that's what he gets

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for selling his soul to the bog

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Big Suspenders

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Put them in a blender

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Three bat teeth and a blackened gypsy eye

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Bring it to a boil

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Release your mortal coil

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Out pops a belt to wear for you and me-

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Nobody wants their pants to fall down-

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You could wear a dress and then...you'd have no need

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(The alligators had it right)

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(Wearing pants it sure does bite)

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He played the two cent show......