Camper Van Beethoven

He was the river boat gambler
He was the son of the chief of police
He drove around in a rambler
He had a message from the chief
He drove around in a rambler
He had a message from the chief
He was the river boat gambler
He was the son of the chief of police
He was the river boat gambler
He was the son of the chief of police
And old joe
Did and said as he would
Took all the shopping carts from the mall
And took them to utah
Which was zion
He built an empire out of the desert
Out of the dust and the sand, just like las vegas
But he never took the route that the mafia did
And he thought the indians were some lost thirteen dudes
But he didn't treat them any better
And they were never on his side
They drove their pick-up trucks out into the desert
Into a ditch along the side of the road
And acted like they were drunk
All the time
And old joe had thirteen beady-eyed babies
One of whom i used to go to school with
He'd drive his car at a hundred ten down the alley way
Throwing cinder blocks at trash cans
And i declare on this occasion
I've never seen this heaven or this place any differently
But now and then i dream of the flying saucers and they're coming to take us away

Allah u'akbar
Hare krishna
Praise the lord
And merry christmas
Aw, praise (beatrice)
And hare krishna
Aw, merry krishna
Aw, allah u'akbar

In the interest of democracy repressive action were taken
In order to preserve democracy, repressive action were taken
Well we went down to georgia, we were looking for some fun
Instead we met the devil with a fiddle and a gun
And he said i'm the baddest fiddler anywhere in the land
And when he proved it to us, well, we let him join the band
And he said

Well, the devil he don't have the bomb
And the devil he don't have a gun
The devil hasn't got a car
And the devil he can't play guitar

Dl: rain cloud, moving red, a piece of a galaxy
J: air enormous disgusting parts of a moon
V: babbling babbling landing color of blue white [blah blah] velvet
Dl: what's that? good [blah], a dull new land
J: a horrifying glad magnificent star babbling daphnia, a pulsing
V: a magnificent yellow speculation of velvet light a token rain cloud babbling (woofy)
Dl: a token velvet good. new land
J: [blah blah]
D: a new land

Well, some people say
That it's the ice cream truck
But it's not
No, it's not
It's not the magic bus
And it's not one of those family bus'
No, and it's not the ice cream truck
And it's, it's not the sheriff's truck
No, it's not the sheriff's truck
And they say it walks the line between good and evil
And sometimes he's bad, but it's not
And sometimes he's good, but it's not
No it's not
And it's not the magic bus
And it's not the cement truck
No, it's the surprise truck
Surprise tuck
It's the surprise truck
Oh, yeah, it's the surprise truck
Surprise truck
Surprise truck

I've got a 'lectric guitar and half a bottle of warm beer
I've got some funny ideas about what sounds good
What sounds good
Better shut us down
Better shut us down
I've got a dollar (fifty) (fifteen) and nothing better to do
I've got a half tank of gas and nowhere to go
Better shut us down
Better shut us down
Better shut us down.

We were walkin' down the road at night
And all the brothers and sisters they were goin' nowhere
Peace and love were not around
Trouble and strife were everywhere

We saw jerry's, we saw jerry's daughter
We saw jerry's, we saw jerry's daughter

No peace and love were all around
And the brother and sister are free to go where they want and be who they want to be
And nobody wears flowers in the hair
Cuz flowers are everywhere
Flowers are everywhere

We saw jerry's, we saw jerry's daughter
We saw jerry's, we saw jerry's daughter

Well there are good guys and there are bad guys
And there are crooks and criminals
There are doctors and there are lawyers
And there are folks like you and me

So let's get high while the radio's on
Just relax and sing a song
Drive your car up on the lawn
Let me play your guitar

Well, this here verse is for the people in russia
Though it is a long long ways away
They couldn't hear this song in russia
But couldn't understand the words anyway

So let's get high while the radio's on
Just relax and sing a song
Drive your car up on the lawn
Let me play your guitar

So just be glad you live in america
Just relax and be yourself
Cuz if you didn't live here in america
You'd probably live somewhere else

So let's get high while the radio's on
Just relax and sing a song
Drive your car up on the lawn
Let me play your guitar

Restless, three days without sleep, his mind wrapped in barely perceptible haze, he continues east, shaking, despite the stuttering convulsions and near death throes of his endearing 1962 chevro
Storm follows him closely as it has for 3 days. in the pouring rain on the long dark highways he sees roadside casualty armadillos on their backs and owls and bats fly out of the his eyes into t
Inding horizon.

Despite the solitude of his dear car he feels he is being watched by more than just the curious deer and west texas highway transients. at dawn, he begins to feel the first nearly imperceptible
Of the drugs taking effect. he crosses the border east into new mexico. there is now no question in his mind about the flavor of the coffee and the sardonic smile of the crusty over made waitre
S he's crossing more than 2 states at once, his watch stops. he picks up a hitchhiker, some young lady, but unfortunately, as he's been expecting, the car breaks down in an abandoned shanty town
N only as brubaker.

"just remember," she says. "i'm holding you responsible for all this" he cringes at the tone of her voice. a quick glance in the rear view mirror reveals to him the vision of
3rd unattached eyeball. a star of dried cream at the bottom of the styrofoam cup on the dashboard smiles at him and somehow, in her loneliness and boredom, her twelve-pack dwindling in the midda
T, he forces her into sex.

The chevrolet temporarily fixed, they drift on and fall upon a small bar in no place specific. drunk by evening, she complains of morning sickness and by morning has noticeably grown in size. 2
Later, still heading east towards the holy angelic temple he has been envisioning in his sleep, she is 9 months pregnant. later that day she gives birth to their son.

Born with gingham snakeskin cowboy boots and three umbilical cords he is within hours cursing his parents in some otherworldly alien language. and he mutters in perfect english in his sleep, whi
Cking his mothers breast, his twisted utopian visions. she looks at him terrified and says, "remember, i'm holding you responsible for all of this.

Left channel lyrics:

Peace and love
Love and anger
Brotherly love
Brotherly love
I though i had something to say
But i forgot what it was
I'm gonna try and say it anyway
Too much ginseng
Makes me nervous
Organization
Shortened sounds
Too much ginger
Takes me over
John the baptist
Comes to mind
I've got to drive faster
The road is falling
In front of my eyes
I've got to drive faster
If i want to get home

If i don't look where i'm going
[blah blah blah blah] i'm gonna get [blah]

If i don't look where i'm going
[blah blah blah blah) i'm gonna get [blah]

I've got to drive faster
The road is falling
In front of my eyes
I've got to drive faster
If i want to get home

Right channel lyrics:

Too much open space
Makes me nervous
Too much ginseng
A [blah] wide open
Then a [blah blah blah] his face
Then a doctor [blah] fucking open spaces
Give some cowboys some acid
Many [blah]
Makes me nervous
Nothing seems right now
Too many open spaces
Yes wyoming
Makes me nervous
Someone ought to go up to wyoming
And open up some fucking open spaces
And call her some hotel rooms
And look at the turf in the open spaces
Don't say its fattening
Be careful what you're doing
You can do anything
Yeah you can do anything
I said you can do anything
You don't know what you're doing
Or don't do anything at all
Because there are wide open spaces
[blah blah] and children

[blah blah] horizon

They're on acid
They don't know what they're doing
So they can do anything
I wonder where those cowboys are
I wonder where those cowboys are