The Typical Box 16 My Sister's Tits | My Baby's Dead
The Typical Box
1977
John Hunter Housley - Guitar, vocals
Joseph Duncan Housley - Vocals, percussion, saxophone, harmonica, synthesizer solo
Dino Beefe - Bass
Peter Drake - Trumpet, vocals
Dave Kmetz - Drums
and maybe Lance Martin or Bill Thomsen on electric piano (I can faintly hear it on My Baby's Dad)
Recorded in the basement at 5 Winsor Drive, Barrington, RI by Dave's brother
Remixed by John Hunter Housley at Unmitigated Audacity in East Providence, RI
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Don't take my love lightly
Your tits are unsightly
And who else but me
Would want a girl with zits on her tits?
And you're my sister
A dog fart blurts
I look up her skirt
She gleams out pubies
And she blows out tampoons
Let's listen to the FM
She screams observe me
Observe my round nails
She screams observe me
Observe my round nails
Of lost black and blues
Don't fret you low worm
Bite them down
As sore as they get
A smooth and shapely crop
•••
I was a happy go lucky young fellow
I had a brand new Maserati and fifty thousand g's
That my Daddy laid on me when I was only seventeen
I had the best darn baby in the whole general area
But just listen to this tale of woe
That hangs over me
It was after the big dance at the yacht club
We were on our way to McDonald's
To get a couple quarter pounders with cheese
A little puppy dog ran out in front
Of the screaming barrage of metal that I pretended to control
And we steered off the road and into the trees
My bay shot right out the front window
And I found her some 30 yards away and some 40 yards away
And some 50 yards away
I held my baby's blood-soaked head in the palm of my hand
Her eyes closed as if for one last dying kiss
And I screamed "oh geez! oh god no no no!"
My baby's dead
My baby's dead
My baby's dead
My baby's dead
(repeat ad nasueum)