text: We put up our tent on a dark green knoll
  Outside of town by the train tracks and a seagull dump
  Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel and her Marvelous Pigs in Satin
  We pounded our stakes in the ground, all powder brown
  The branches spread like scary fingers reaching
  We were in a pasture outside Kankakee
  And one-eyed Myra, the queen of the galley
  Who trained the ostrich and the camels
  She looked at me squinty with her one good eye
  In a Roy Orbison t-shirt as she bottle fed an Orangutan named
  Tripod
  And then there was Yodeling Elaine, the Queen of the Air
  Who wore a dollar-sign medallion
  And she had a tiny bubble of spittle around her nostril
  And a little rusty tear
  For she had lassoed and lost another tipsy sailor
  And over in the burnt yellow tent by the frozen tractor
  The music was like electric sugar
  And Zuzu Bolin played Stavin Chain
  And Mighty Tiny on the saw
  And he threw his head back with a mouth full of gold teeth
  And they played Lopsided Heart and Moon Over Dog Street
  And by the time they played Moanin Low
  I was soakin wet and wild-eyed
  And Doctor Bliss slipped me a preparation
  And I fell asleep with Livery Stable Blues in my ear
  And me and Molly Hoey drank Pruno and Kool-Aid
  She had a tattoo gun made out of a cassette motor and a guitar string
  She soaked a hanky in Three Roses and rubbed it on the spot
  And drew a rickety heart and a bent arrow and it hurt like hell
  And Funeral Wells spun Poodle Murphy on the target
  As he threw his hardware
  Only once in Sheboygan did he miss at a matinee on Diamond Pier
  And shed never let him forget it
  They were doing two shows
  She had a high fever and he took off a piece of her ear
  And Tip Little told her she should leave the bum
  But Poodle said, He fetched me last time I run
  And Id like to hammer this ring into a bullet
  And I wish I had some whiskey and a gun, my dear
  I wish I had some whiskey and a gun, my dear.