"Back Porch (Live)" lyrics

Drum solo, drum solo!
Mr Phil Rott, thank you!
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Phil Rott

Alright here's a song that we actually know
And we actually made it up
So, I hope you actually enjoy it
And it goes actually like this

Happy with no teeth, I'm happy here in hibernation
Slurpin' on a peach, I'm starin' at the situation
Kitty at my foot, meowin' out a conversation
Rockin' back 'n' forth, 'cause that's my only destination

Old man on the back porch,
Old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch,
And that old man is me

Old man on the back porch,
Old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch,
And that—

Sing "Yeah!"

Got a two-string on my lap, it's total subsonic vacation
Got chicken on the drums, he's poundin' out a perfect prescription
Twenty little worms, all plug into amplification
Fifteen hundred bass drum luggin' bug-eyed monkeys
All arriving at the station

I'm an old man on the back porch,
Old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch,
And that old man is me

Old man on the back porch,
Old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch,
And that—

Alright

I'm old. I'm an old man.
I took all my money and I bought myself a little shacky-condominium outside of Sydney, Australia.
'Cause I decided to retire here in Australia because it's so gosh-damn beautiful.
I love it so tenderly.
So much it's just home.
Oh so out for underneath the trees come a bunch of little chickies and the buckets and the monkeys with the one-string, no-string string, two-string guitars:
"Hey, Chris, wanna jam?"
Sure, why not!

Old man on the back porch,
Old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch,
And that old man is me, me

Old man on the back porch,
Old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch,
And that—

So hot
So [?]
So kitschy