The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
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The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
Song name is wordplay based on the Tournament of Roses Rose Parade, a New Year’s Day parade held annually in Pasadena, CA.
The onion's in the fat
And the bacon's bought the bat
And the Posie's never even near the picture
[Voice, in the right speaker]
Now where to went that rotten egg
For feelin' up my lover's leg
I'll boil him 'til the begs to be a breakfast
[Back to first voice]
So I'm left all alone
Because my father fought the foam
And now I can't accept the pharmacy's prescription
[First voice doubled]
So now there is a bank
Where once a summer spring
Reminded us of what we thought we ought to ding-a-ling
For ringing ringing rockets
Roar a tub of a' lard today
And all that's left
Is something else
There is no more to say
[~4-voice Chorus starting on the right then moving to the center and fading out]
Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...
Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...
Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...
Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...
Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...
Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...
Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...
Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...
Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...