The Suspender Man (Remastered 2022)
One moonlit night
One moonlit night on the bayou a silhouette
The air was sweet and the fog was vi-o-let
The gators were all drinking tea, in a dreamy pants-less glee
I saw a suspendered man, a banjo holstered in his hands
He had biggest red suspenders I ever did see
Golly gee that's what I seen
He flipped the brim of his hat, and this is what he said to me
"Mister robut ah am a Suspender Man
And dis banjo 'as shown me dah promised land
Now ah play you a song but in return
Yoo put dat shiny coin right 'ere in mah urn
And ah play yoo sumfin fine. Mah music's gonna blow yo mind!"
So I flipped my coin into his pot, I gotta admit it wasn't a lot
Two cents and then his fingers wriggled
He plucked those strings and belched a giggle
He tapped his foot, howled like a hound
Ignited up the unholy sound
And I ain't never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never
Never, never, never, never, never heard anything so great
Call the vendors
Big Suspenders
That's what everybody wants to wear
They stretch to Nantucket
Put them in a bucket
And send them to the gnome trapped down the well
(Thumb tuggin' on is ideal)
(While rollin' back on your heels)
(Yeah)
He played the two cent show
And just like that he stopped playing
My jaw dropped to the floor
He cracked his neck and smiled at me
And said
"Buddy, y'gotta pay for more!"
But by then a crowd had swarmed the swamp
And was tossin' coin in after coin
So he cleared his throat, and his fingers writhed
And everybody shouted for Suspender Guy
Call the vendors
Big Suspenders
That's what grandma wants for her birthday
They're bright red and awesome
Even worn by opossums
Nobody wants their pants to fall down
(Ma and Pappy want 'em too)
(Even the ghost of Uncle Stu)
(Yeah)
He played the two cent show
Fracture that banjo!
All the children sing and dance
Those banjo sounds instill a trance
By 4 AM the press was hot
Suspender Man on the front page spot
Suspenders were in and spats were out
The girls all suffered from fainting bouts
The banjos flew off the shelves
Sprouting wings with dreams
Of being played by Suspender Man
But in the middle of February
The fog turned a crimson red
The Suspender Man disappeared
Everyone was heels over head
But we found his suspenders and that old banjo
Sittin' right here on his log
And though he's gone
That's what he gets
For selling his soul to the bog
Big Suspenders
Put them in a blender
Three bat teeth and a blackened demon eye
Bring it to a boil
Release your mortal coil
Out pops a belt to wear for you and me
Nobody wants their pants to fall down
You could wear a dress and then
You'd have no need
(The alligators had it right)
(Wearing pants it sure does bite)
(Yeah)
He played the two cent show
One moonlit night on the bayou a silhouette
The air was sweet and the fog was vi-o-let
The gators were all drinking tea, in a dreamy pants-less glee
I saw a suspendered man, a banjo holstered in his hands
He had biggest red suspenders I ever did see
Golly gee that's what I seen
He flipped the brim of his hat, and this is what he said to me
"Mister robut ah am a Suspender Man
And dis banjo 'as shown me dah promised land
Now ah play you a song but in return
Yoo put dat shiny coin right 'ere in mah urn
And ah play yoo sumfin fine. Mah music's gonna blow yo mind!"
So I flipped my coin into his pot, I gotta admit it wasn't a lot
Two cents and then his fingers wriggled
He plucked those strings and belched a giggle
He tapped his foot, howled like a hound
Ignited up the unholy sound
And I ain't never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never
Never, never, never, never, never heard anything so great
Call the vendors
Big Suspenders
That's what everybody wants to wear
They stretch to Nantucket
Put them in a bucket
And send them to the gnome trapped down the well
(Thumb tuggin' on is ideal)
(While rollin' back on your heels)
(Yeah)
He played the two cent show
And just like that he stopped playing
My jaw dropped to the floor
He cracked his neck and smiled at me
And said
"Buddy, y'gotta pay for more!"
But by then a crowd had swarmed the swamp
And was tossin' coin in after coin
So he cleared his throat, and his fingers writhed
And everybody shouted for Suspender Guy
Call the vendors
Big Suspenders
That's what grandma wants for her birthday
They're bright red and awesome
Even worn by opossums
Nobody wants their pants to fall down
(Ma and Pappy want 'em too)
(Even the ghost of Uncle Stu)
(Yeah)
He played the two cent show
Fracture that banjo!
All the children sing and dance
Those banjo sounds instill a trance
By 4 AM the press was hot
Suspender Man on the front page spot
Suspenders were in and spats were out
The girls all suffered from fainting bouts
The banjos flew off the shelves
Sprouting wings with dreams
Of being played by Suspender Man
But in the middle of February
The fog turned a crimson red
The Suspender Man disappeared
Everyone was heels over head
But we found his suspenders and that old banjo
Sittin' right here on his log
And though he's gone
That's what he gets
For selling his soul to the bog
Big Suspenders
Put them in a blender
Three bat teeth and a blackened demon eye
Bring it to a boil
Release your mortal coil
Out pops a belt to wear for you and me
Nobody wants their pants to fall down
You could wear a dress and then
You'd have no need
(The alligators had it right)
(Wearing pants it sure does bite)
(Yeah)
He played the two cent show
Credits
Writer(s): Isabella Bennett, David Bennett
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Other Album Tracks
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- Music from SteamWorld Heist II (Instrumentals)
- A Life of Un-Delightment - Single
- Un-Break My Heart - Single
- Harmony - Single
- The Suspender Man (Remastered 2022)
- Summertime Sadness
- Not Live and Not in Person! (Live) - Single
- Twinkle Twinkle Little Star - Single
- Fart Patrol - Single
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