Heterogeneous

Heterogeneous is an album that was lost. Copies still exist of some of the songs, and the lyrics for those appear on Leftovers I. Lyrics to the following songs were transcribed before the tape was lost.

Road
adlibbed by Rusty Spell

We marched down the road...
Ho, ho, ho, hoad,
And we marched down the road.
Ho hoad.
We marched down the road.
The road.
If I recollect, it was the same road with the big toad. Hey!
We marched down the road.
That very same old road.
The road a cold a marchin' down.
The road is cold, but we're marching down the road.
The road is cold, but we marched down the road.
We marched down the road!
Road!

Sid's Parents
adlibbed by Rusty Spell

Hey, don't you know? Don't you know about the cheerleader?
Don't you know?
She got drunk off of a three-liter of beer.
Went to the store with a three-liter of beer.
Said, "Here's my I.D."
See, she was in college. That's how she was old enough.
Twenty-one she had just turned.

Well, a three-liter of beer. She with a three-liter of beer.
Three-liter of beer. Three-liter.

She got home, woke up with a hangover.
Home, headache like no other.
Home, it's too bad she got home:
She didn't have a home.

She walked out on the street. Ho, ho, ho, ho.
Tryin' to find something to eat.
There was some leftover pot-roast in a box, she saw.
There was a man there gave it to her.

She married him. They got rich.
Found some money on the road in a ditch.
And then they went to the judge, the priest,
The church, whatever, got married, got a ring,
Out of a gumball machine
For twenty-five cents--no, fifty, it's more.
Yeah, they were married. Hee, hee.

They were got married. They had a kid.
It grew up; they named it Sid.
(You saw that coming didn't you.)
They named it Sid because it was a kid.
What else would they name a kid but Sid?
What else would you name a kid who came out not as a baby,
But a kid? A six year old kid?
It never was a baby; it came out as six.
I don't know how, some kind of freak science-fiction imagination.
Came out as six so they never had to diaper it.
Although it did crap in it's pants once--
Smelled so bad. But hey, it grew up.

It's twenty-one. Got a beer. Got married. Guy named Sid.
(Yeah, he was a homosexual.)
And then, they visited their parents.
And they were at a funeral home.
And they all decided they couldn't take death,
So they killed themselves.

That's the end of our story.
It's over now, I won't dawdle any longer.
It's over now, the song is over.
Over... I said it's over.

Hand
adlibbed by Rusty Spell

Mary had a little hand (Hand),
Little hand (Hand),
Little hand (Hand).
Mary had a little hand.
Glove was on it. (I don't know)

Glove was over the hand. Hand was over the glove or sumin'.
Hand was on the hand, was on the hand it to ya
Hand a hand, and a hand a hand a hand.
Hand a hand, and a hand a hand a hand.
Hand a hand.

You gotta hand it to the hand. You gotta hand it to the hand.
Gotta hand it to the hand. Gotta hand it to the hand.
Hand a hand, a hand a hand hand, a hand, hand, hand.
Well, there was a hand you gotta hand it to the hand.
Hand a in the hand you gotta hand it to the hand.

Hand said to the hand. Hand ate the other hand.
The other hand said hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand.
Hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand.

I once ate a hand. I once ate a hand.
Hand, hand, hand I had a hand a eatin' a hand.
Hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand.
Hand.
Hand, hand, hand. Hand, hand, hand.

Enough of this petty nonsense,
We'll break into another song.

Hanky Panky
adlibbed by Rusty Spell

Well, I'm a hanky panky, hanky, hanky panky all over town.
Hanky panky till my pants fall down.
My pants fall down someone give me a spanky.
Oooh, my hanky panky.
My boodie: My boodie hurts for you, baby.
Give me some spanky.
Hanky. Hanky, panky, panky panky, spanky.
Spanky, hanky, hanky.
Not the Little Rascals kind of spanky,
A spanky with your hand on my boodie-hoodie.
Boodie honey. Shake my boodie all around.
Big and round that is.
My big, white boodie: Give it a smack with your lips.
Boody, boody, boody, boody, boody, next to the hips.
My boody. My boody.
Hanky panky with a big ol' spanky.
My spanky. With a boodie and hanky panky.
Well, my hanky. Not a hanky
Not a hanky like you get out of your pocket,
But a hanky panky. Not the panky, like well, I don't know.
Hanky panky. Hanky panky. Hanky panky, panky, panky.
Got to go out on the town and get a spanky.
Well, a hanky panky panky giga baga danky.
Ranky danky ban gigida-bagada danky.
A gas a gan ba gan ba gas a gan bank.
De ga sha gen de ga ba ga spanky.
Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank.
Hanky panky get a big spanky.
Get a big spanky on a hanky panky banky
Banky, banky, banky, banky. Hanky banky panky.
I like the hanky panky. I like the big ol' spanky.
Well, I'm a hanky pank a bank be dank a shanky.
Ranky banky shanky shing-a-lang a lank tank.
Ba ga she gank de ging a da ranky.
Spanky danky ranky shig a dig a banby.
Hanky panky, aaww. Aaww spanky.

Loverboy's Rap
adlibbed by Rusty Spell

I drove in my car, went very far, walked down to the mall.
Went inside, checked out the fly girls. I got 'em all.
They all went back to my car.
I took 'em very far again.
I went to the park, no one was there.
I went to the park. Hey, they're all closed up in my room.
They came to get me.

It's Okay
adlibbed by Rusty Spell

Oh, yeah, life goes on even after the thrill of livin' it's gone.
Whoops. John Couger Mellencamp song.
I should have made it up, got some money when I's
Thinkin' of those glory times.
And I just go outside and I play a game of baseball and I
Get hit in my thighs.
So I go home, put some Mercurochrome and a bandage on it, and I
Bleed, I bleed all night.
And I wake up the next morning, I get up out of bed, I wash my face,
And that is all right.

It's okay. Yeah, It'll pass me by.
It's okay. Never made a young girl cry,
But it's okay. It's okay. Hey, hey.

Well, I was thinkin' one day about some kind of diarrhea patient I once had.
And I was playin' doctor as a kid.
But now, I just sit at home and talk to my dog.
Ain't even got a dog. He's dead,
But I kept him, and I stuffed him, and I killed him.

The County's Coward
adlibbed by Rusty Spell

Every one considered him the coward of the county.
He never did one single thing to prove the county wrong.
Till one day some bullies walked up, and he told them to their faces,
"If I see one of you with my sweet Becky, I'll kick your butt."

And they poured some yellow paint on his head, and he got very angry.
Then he started sleeping, and they put some whipped cream on his hands.
And they tickled him with a feather, and he got it on his face.
Then he woke up, and he kicked 'em in the groin.

Well, all of a sudden they were falling over in pain.
Gettin' up and pukin', and spittin' up blood.
But he...

It Was Seven Years Ago When You Left My Butt
adlibbed by Rusty Spell

It was seven years ago when you left my butt.
You took it, dragged it out on the ground.
You threw your briefcase out on the grass and told me to
Get my butt out of town.

Well, it was seven years ago when you left my butt.
You told me to go and live in a gutter.
But I said, "Naw, I ain't gonna did it.
I ain't gonna live in no gutter."

So I went to your mom's house and asked her if I could stay.
She said, "What you talkin' 'bout? Get away from me, gay."
I said, "Seven years ago when you left my butt.
And I'm comin' home to haunt you one day."

Well, I killed myself just yesterday.
That's right I killed myself 'cause I's havin' a bad ol' day,
Reminiscing 'bout seven years ago: Left my butt in Toledo.
Seven years ago that you killed my butt.

Seven years ago that you left my butt.
Seven years ago this day.
And I'm gonna haunt you till the day that I day,
'Cause the time that your mom called me gay.

Well, it was seven years ago that you left my butt.
My butt it's sore from the pain.
And I'm drinkin' a beer with my ghostly friends.
'Cause I'm dead 'cause seven years ago.

Take it Charles! All right, that was Charles.

It was seven years ago when you left my butt.
And I think ol' Charles is havin' a concussion.
'Cause he's talkin' with me and I left his butt.
'Cause he can't play guitar worth... whatever that was.

It was seven years ago. It was seven years ago.
Seven years ago that you left my butt.

The Beaver Song
adlibbed by Rusty Spell

Hmmm, what are we doing here in a zoo? Hmmm. Hey, Sue, you know what? I'm a beaver and you're a beaver. We're both beavers in a zoo. Think about it. Hey.

I'm a beaver, you're a beaver, I'm a beaver, too. We're both here in the same ol' zoo. Think about it, Sue: I'm a beaver, too. I'm a beaver, you're a beaver, I'm a beaver, too.

Look over here: We're all in a zoo. Think about it. It must be fate. We're both beavers. We're both in a zoo. 'Cause I'm a beaver, you're a beaver, I'm a beaver, too.

Look over here, Sue. What you got, a dam here? I got a dam, too. You've got a dam, I've got a dam, I'm a beaver, too. Think about it, Sue: We're both in a zoo. I'm a beaver, you're a beaver, I'm a beaver, too.

Look at this beaver over here. (Sixteen sixths and seven centimeters.) What's he doin' with that muzzle? He's cuttin' it off of that tramp's girlfriend. But he's still a beaver and you're a beaver. Come to think about it, I'm a beaver, too.

Well, I'm a beaver, you're a beaver, I'm a beaver, too. He's a beaver. She's not a beaver. She's a dog-a-too. Too, too, too, too. I'm a beaver, too. What are we doin' here trapped in the zoo? Makin' a dam for the humans to see? Well, they're not a beaver, I'm a beaver, you're a beaver, you've got a beaver, I'm a beaver, hey, won't you know: I'm a beaver, too.

Bug Beat
Instrumental

Pinch Poke
written by David Hobson and Steven Singleterry

Pinch, poke, you owe me a Coke...
Well a-pinch a-poke you owe me a Coke.
A-rattata tattata yeah!

Lyrics to the following songs were not transcribed before the tape was lost. An attempt has been made here to write them from memory.

Hangin' Tough
adlibbed by Noby Nobriga

Hangin' tough.
Oh yeah, baby, hangin' tough.
You can just hang so tough.
Oh yeah, baby, hangin' tough.

Tree
adlibbed by Noby Nobriga and Rusty Spell

Tree tree tree tree tree tree...
You and me.

Flambeau's Love Song
adlibbed by Noby Nobriga

See of Luv
written by the Honeydrippers

Do you remember when we met?
That's the day I knew you were my pet
I want to tell you how much I love you.

Come with me, my love,
To the sea, the sea of love.
I want to tell you just how much I love you.

I Was Born and Raised Irish, But I Think I'm Turnin' German Now
adlibbed by Noby Nobriga.

I was born and raised Irish, but I think I'm turnin' German now...
I don't know how, what went wrong.
All I know is that in this song I was born and raised Irish, but I think I'm turnin' German now.

Them Bones
Traditional

Them bones, them bones, them dry bones...
Now hear the words of the Lord.

Them bones, them bones, gonna walk around...

Song the Last, Nothing More To Sing
written by the Spaniels

Goodnight, sweetheart, well it's time to go...
I hate to leave you, but I really must say goodnight goodnight goodnight.