Nanook Rubs It(Live In Detroit, Michigan - May 12, 1973)

歌詞

Well right about that time, people A fur trapper who was strictly from commercial (Strictly commercial) Had the unmitigated audacity to jump up from behind my igloo (Peek-a-boo, woo-ooh-ooh) And he started in to whippin' on my fav'rite baby seal With a lead-filled snow shoe I said with a lead (Lead) Filled (Lead-filled) A lead-filled snow shoe (Snow shoe) He said "peek-a-boo" (Peek-a-boo) With a lead (Lead) Filled (Lead-filled) With a lead-filled snow shoe (Snow shoe) He said "peek-a-boo" (Peek-a-boo) He went right up side the head of my favourite baby seal He went whap! With a lead-filled snow shoe An' he hit him on the nose an' he hit him on fin an' he That got me just about as evil as an Eskimo boy can be So I bent down an' I reached down an' I scooped down An' I gathered up a generous mitten full of the deadly (Yellow snow) The deadly yellow snow from right there where the huskies go Whereupon I proceeded to take that mittenful Of the deadly yellow snow crystals And rub it all into his beady little eyes With a vigorous circular motion Hitherto unknown to the people in this area But destined to take the place of the mud shark in your mythology Here it goes now, the circular motion, rub it (Here Fido, here Fido) And then, in a fit of anger, I, I pounced And I pounced again Great googly-moogly! I jumped up an' down the chest of the I injured the fur trapper Well, he was very upset, as you can understand And rightly so, because The deadly yellow snow crystals Had deprived him of his sight And he stood up And he looked around And he said "I can't see" (Do, do do-do do do-do, yeah!) "I can't see" (Do, do do-do do do-do, yeah!) "Oh, woe is me" (Do, do do-do do do-do, yeah!) "I can't see" (Do, do do-do do do-do, well!) No, no I can't see No, I He took a dog-doo sno-cone an' stuffed it in my right eye He took a dog-doo sno-cone an' stuffed it in my other eye An' the huskie wee-wee, I mean the doggie wee-wee, has blinded me An' I can't see Temporarily Well, the fur trapper Stood there With his arms outstretched Across the frozen white wasteland Trying to figure out what he's gonna do about his deflicted eyes And it was at that precise moment that he remembered an ancient Eskimo legend Wherein it is written And whatever it is that they write it on up there That if anything bad ever happens to your eyes As a result of some sort of conflict with anyone named Nanook The only way you can get it fixed up Is to go trudgin' across the tundra, mile after mile Trudgin' across the tundra Right down to the parish of Saint Alfonzo