"Holy Mackerel" lyrics - LES CLAYPOOL AND THE HOLY MACKEREL

Pick a name, pick a place
Chances are I've had the means to be there
Pick a date, pick a time
I've got it from a friend of mine
The ability to socialize

Holy mackerel

Once when I was young
I troubled over imperfection in my knees
When you cultivate a pompadour
It's best to keep the top up for the breeze
Cuts like hell, ya know

Sporty was a poetry boy
And liked to puff his pipe into the night
But since he sold him hits of ecstasy
Johnny Law, he took a decade of his life
That's a hunk o' life

Holy mackerel