It was a weekends eve,
I had sex on my breath
I was lookin for somethin to see.
With a borrowed black
Leather and my best fishin hat.
Well it was just wendy o. and me.
We called old swamp
Up on the telephone
And said we was comin on
Down to pick him up
And then, he said,
Hey swampy, me and greenyll come along -
But only if we can bring a friend.
His name is harold.
I said okay.
Now, we had a
Swamper, greeny, wendy o, stanley, harold of the rocks and me.
We hopped into my dart
And headed for the nightbreak
To see a man they call schooly d.
Harold hes a friendly guy.
He rambles on and on.
Hell talk the balls off
A rhinosaurus.
Fact is he just doesnt
Make much sense.
Well stan said
This guys pretty bizarre gus.
Harold of the rocks.
I saw harold at a
Party trouzy threw
Late one night.
I said, hey man,
Do you remember me?
He said, o course
I do snapdad and
Let me tell ya right
bout now Im lit
Up like an ol christmas tree.
Hey bro you know id
Like to thank you once
Again for letn me
Hang with ya all across
The bay. when i
Look back at that
Night I get me a
Warm spot across my heart.
Then he shook my
Hand, and walked away.
Thats teh last i
Seen of harold.
Harold of the rocks.
So in the end,
Swamper and greeny
Finally succumb to
The ways of harold.
And in doing so
Each gave just a little bit
Of his soul away.
Wnat a couple of dumbshits.