Yeah! Drum solo.. drum solo! Phil Rott! 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, happy here in hibernation Slurpin' on a peach, starin' at the situation Kitty at my foot, meowin' out a conversation Rockin' back 'n' forth, 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..... Meeeeeeeee-ow, wow, wow, wow Got a two-string on my lap, total subsonic vacation Got chicken on the drums, poundin' out a perfect prescription Got twenty little worms, all plug into amplification Got fifteen hundred ba** drum luggin' bug-eyed monkeys All arriving at the station 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..... Me me meeeee-ow whoa, whoa, whoa I'm old.. I'm an old man I took all my money And I bought myself a little shacky-condominium outside of Syndey, Australia I decided to retire here in Asustralia Because it's so gosh-damn beatuiful 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! But 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.....