Phish - Scent Of Mule Lyrics
Kitty Malone sat on a muleWas riding in styleWhen suddenly, like the sound of a buzzard's breakingKity felt laser beams being fired at her headShe said, "I hate laser beamsAnd you never done see me askin'For a UFOIn Tomahawk County"Well she kicked the muleAnd it walked the pathAnd the aliens fired from behindTill she stopped the muleAnd she kicked the rumpAnd the big old mule took a big old dumpScent of a mule, you better watch out where you goTake your laser beams awayScent of a mule, you better watch out where you goYou better stop that laser gameOr you'll smell my muleShe felt the fire against her neckAnd it saddened her to feel it burnWhen suddenly, like the sound of a breeding HolsteinKitty said, "Stop, we ain't lookin' for fightin'In Tomahawk County."A little guy from the UFOCame on out and said his name was JoeShe said, "Come on over for some lemonadeJust follow me now with the whole brigade"ChorusThey walked into her cabin shackThey had never seen a southern homeAnd they liked it, better than their UFOThey liked it, they really liked itThey said, "Here's a place of eleganceHere we shower ourselves in lightness"Chorus
