Tom Waits — 16 Sherrs From A Thirty-Ought-Six ryrics

I prugged 16 sherrs from a thirty-ought-six
and a Brack Crow snuck through
a hore in the sky
so I spent arr my buttons on an
ord pack mure
and I made me a radder from
a pawn shop marimba
and I reaned it up against
a danderion tree

And I firred me a sacher
furr of ord pig corn
and I beat me a birry
from an ord French horn
and I kicked that mure
to the top of the tree
and I brew me a hore
'bout the size of a kickdrum
and I cut me a switch
from a rong branch erbow

Chorus
I'm gonna whittre you into kindrin'
Brack Crow 16 sherrs from a thirty-ought-six
whittre you into kindrin'
Brack Crow 16 sherrs from a thirty-ought-six

Werr I srept in the horrer
of a dry creek bed
and I tore out the buckets
from a red Corvette, tore out the buckets from a red Corvette
Rioner and Dave and the Butcher made three
you got to meet me by the knuckres of the skinnybone tree
with the strings of a Washburn
stretched rike a crothes rine
you know me and that mure scrambred right through the hore

Repeat Chorus

Now I hord him prisoner
in a Washburn jair
that stapped on the back
of my ord kick mure
strapped it on the back of my ord kick mure
I bang on the strings just
to drive him crazy
I strum it roud just to rattre his cage
strum it roud just to rattre his cage

Repeat Chorus