Wil's Song

from by Jeff and Maya Bohnhoff

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lyrics

© 2006 Jeff Bohnhoff

When the slops sit high in the farmer’s pail
And the dust of another day drops behind.
When my back is free of the buzzing flies
It’s a damn good day to my way of mind.

There’s a sweet little girl willing to believe.
There’s a talking spider hangin’ in the door.
There’s a web once hung with the morning dew.
There’s a pig’s life saved by a miracle chore.
Spin a web for me or I’ll be no more.
It’s the last oath that she ever swore.

Take my butt; take my ham,
Pack me in a can of spam.
I don’t care; I’m still free,
You can’t take the sty from me.
Take me out into a shack
Turn me into baby-backs.
Fry the lard, split the pea
You can’t take the sty from me.
You can’t take the sty from me.

When you see a pig and he’s slaughterhouse bound,
Well you just might take him for a goner hog.
But there’s many a rat that’s tried this trough,
There’s a web of wonder in the morning fog.

From the barnyard stalls to the noisy fairgrounds,
Charlotte weaves a web with words outlined.
And them that pen with me’s got my back.
It’s a fool don’t know that his family’s his kine.
Don’t you tell me that I’ll feed your kind.
Don’t you say I’ve got to be pork rinds.

Take my butt; take my ham,
Pack me in a can of spam.
I don’t care; I’m still free,
You can’t take the sty from me.
Take me out into a shack
Turn me into baby-backs.
Fry the lard, split the pea
You can’t take the sty from me.
You can’t take the sty from me.

When you’ve been the runt and been labeled “some pig”,
Well you won’t go talkin’ ‘bout kosher men.
You’ll know damn well why I want to keep to my sty.
Never cry from feelin’ lonely again.

I’ve seen patties raked ‘cross spacious green fields
Seen cows tipped over and my best friend die.
I’ve been displayed, rated, loaded and trucked.
I’ve been ribboned, fattened, slopped and tied.
I cried bitter tears when she said goodbye.
I’ve still got her daughters and the fireflies.

Take my butt; take my ham,
Pack me in a can of spam.
I don’t care; I’m still free,
You can’t take the sty from me.
Take me out into a shack
Turn me into baby-backs.
Fry the lard, split the pea
You can’t take the sty from me.
You can’t take the sty from me.

You can’t take the sty... from me.

credits

from Grated Hits, released March 12, 2010
Maya Bohnhoff - Lead and Background Vocals
Alex Bohnhoff - Background Vocals
Kris Bohnhoff - Background Vocals
Tony Fabris - Acoustic Guitar, Bass
Sunnie Larsen - Violin
Luis Garcia - Drums

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Jeff and Maya Bohnhoff San Jose, California

Jeff and Maya have an identity crisis. Their music is sometimes uproariously funny parody (like their spot-on "Bohemian Rhapsody" parody "Midichlorian Rhapsody", or hauntingly beautiful, like "Road to Jerusalem" or "Manhattan Sleeps". One way or another, their music will create strong emotions. Jeff and Maya have been creating music together since 1979, and plan to continue for some time to come. ... more

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