Tight Connection to My Moon Pie TO Tight Connection to My Heart

DB�.DB TO Senor�.Senor

Dime Box Blues TO Tombstone Blues

Hey! Mr. Deep Belly Man Hey! TO Mr. Tambourine Man

When the Cows Come Falling from the Sky TO When the Night Comes Falling from the Sky

When I Write My Recipe TO When I Paint My Masterpiece

Fateful Twist of Simplicity TO Simple Twist of Fate

Stuck Inside the Outhouse with the Inhouse Blues Again TO Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again

Not Full Yet TO Not Dark Yet

If Not for Fud TO If Not for You

When You Gonna Shake Up TO When You Gonna Wake Up

Unfortunately, we do not know the melodies of the original versions. They may or not resemble the later versions. Fortunately, we do have the services of that great interpreter of music, the reclusive and sometimes elusive ATT. ATT has agreed to perform the original songs. As many of you know, ATT is famous for his Acapulco style of singing which disdains musical accompaniment. However, just like Dylan, ATT has reinvented himself many times so we won't know until the songs are sung which musical style ATT is now favorable to. Thank you, ATT, and Happy Birthday, by the way.

DIME BOX BLUES

BY BOBBY D.

Legend said it really did exist

So going there was on my list

But I turned the wrong way in the mist

And wound up in a strange, strange place

People all around me were big and round

Walked with their bellies touching the ground

Spent most of the time pushing food down

They had strange, distorted faces

CHORUS

Mama's in the kitchen cooking shoes

Daddy's in the alley throwing up food

I'm in the outhouse with the Dime Box Blues

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The citizens kept me calling me an Aggie

Said my stomach needed to be more saggy

I'd just quit working for a gal named Maggie

And I was nothing but skin and bones

Luckily, for me, they were right fond of beer/

And a six pack of Shiner was always near

And after two dozen everything was clear/

I was ready to start eating stones

Mama's in the kitchen cookin' shoes /

Daddy's in the alley throwing up food

I'm in the outhouse with the Dime Box Blues

I wasn't a neophyte, nosirree/

I had been around this ole country

Saw a lot of things that reminded me/

Of being stuck in Mobile

Some had even called me a rolling stone /

Since seventeen I'd been on my own

But this wasn't a good place to be alone/

I better find me some wheels

Mama's in the kitchen cooking shoes

Daddy's in the alley throwing up food

I'm in the outhouse with the Dime Box Blues

NOT FULL YET

BY BOBBY D.

He's still sitting at the table, the light is going fast/ He' been here since morning and now he's the last

Dozens have come and gone and yet he remains/ To pillage the briskets and to rape the romaine

The kitchen help is exhausted, the cupboards are bare

He's not full yet, and he ain't getting there

Bubba would be proud, but what does he know/ The belly may be deep, but the will is shallow

It takes a real man to consume half a cow/ What this country needs is more men like that now

They've called up for supplies to be sent in by air

He's not full yet, and he ain't getting there

The state of this union is approaching imbalance/ Shane had it right when he killed Jack Palance

The good may die young but the great eat hardy/ And the greatest one of all is for lunch never tardy

Someone should grab a musket and go hunting for bear

He's not full yet, and he ain't getting there

I've seen some great eaters in my brief years on earth/ But mouthful to mouthful no one else is of worth

That compares to the giant of a man called DB/ Who eats with his fingers and leaves his toes free

But be careful near him cause he doesn't like to share

He's not full yet, and he ain't getting there

FATEFUL TWIST OF SIMPLICITY

BY BOBBY D.

As she made her way thru the pork/ Without the aid of a fork/ My heart stopped and my throat got tight/ I'd finally seen the light/ Of what they call Belly Beauty/ A Fateful Twist of Simplicity

Her butt was wide as Fifth Avenue/ Her love for BBQ was true/ And how I wanted to make her mine/ But did she have the time/ After all she had her duty/ A Fateful Twist of Simplicity

She made me to want to go back for seconds/ And thirds and even fourths/ She inspired me to new found heights/ And I'm looking forward to the next course

Well, the Bellys are quite a clan/ They pay homage to every woman and man/ Who can eat their weight in gold/ Who can nourish a wandering soul/ And find culinary liberty/ A Fateful Twist of Simplicity

STUCK INSIDE THE OUTHOUSE WITH THE INHOUSE BLUES AGAIN

BY BOBBY D.

The Jokerman is playing marbles with the boys in the fifth grade/ While Aunt Bertha Mae is cooking biscuits that taste like they were heaven made/ It's funny how Dan Rather was born in Texas and later moved to Vietnam/ He should have stayed on his daddy's pig farm and learned to eat spam/ Oh, Mama, can this really be the end? /To be stuck inside the outhouse With the Inhouse Blues Again

Donnie Bob is three hundred pounds and is the mayor of Dime Box/ He's got a Mexican cousin named Donnie Juan who's in and out of Detox/ They run this town with an iron fist and decides who goes in and out /And even worse they're the ones who hold the key to the Old Milwaukee spout/ Oh, Mama, can this really be the end?/ To be stuck inside the ouhouse With the Inhouse Blues Again

I had to find somewhere where I could write and chronicle the past/But the past turned into the future every time the first became last/ Is it too much to ask for a place where one can sit and reflect/ On the nature of man and a slice of life and how it all connects/ Oh, Mama, can this really be the end?/ To be stuck inside the outhouse With the Inhouse Blues Again

IF NOT FOR FUD

BY BOBBY D.

(Editor's note: Bobby always had trouble pronouncing the word fud correctly.) If not for fud/ I'd face starvation/ There'd be no inspiration/ Life would be a dud/ If not for fud

If not for fud/ I'd have no motivation/ There'd only be aggravation/ I'd be stuck in the mud/ If not for fud

If not for fud/ my outhouse would fall/ Toilet paper would disappear/ Without my fud/ I'd be nowhere at all/ I'd be lost if not for fud

If not for fud/ Beer would lose its taste/ Dining out would be a waste/ I'd be living on crud/ If not for fud

WHEN THE COWS COME FALLING FROM THE SKY

BY BOBBY D.

Look out on the fields you'll see me a'runnin' / The Belly Boys are in hot pursuit If I had a gun I might just go a'gunnin' / When it comes to cow tossing I just don't give a hoot The Belly Boys say it's just an initiation / But if I said it was fun I'd be telling a lie Cause when the truth is told/ I'm not really that bold When the cows come falling When the cows come falling When the cows come falling... From the sky

The carcasses I find to be quite gruesome/ Though some say the impact improves the taste But what really got me was when Bonita grabbed her bosom/ And promised to let nothing go to waste And though I did my best to try and tell her/ That cattle's souls should be at rest when they die She stared at me with disgust/ And spit a wad into the dust When the cows come falling When the cows come falling When the cows come falling... From the sky

The Belly Boys caught me at the edge of the field/ And carried me quite swiftly to the town They said I had to start earning my next meal/ And if I didn't I couldn't hang around I tossed the cow at least twenty-two inches/ They said it wasn't bad for my first try There was only a few things wrong/ And that was six broken bones When the cows come falling When the cows come falling When the cows come falling... From the sky

WHEN I WRITE MY RECIPE

BY BOBBY D.

The bums of ole Dime Box are sleeping in the alleys /The trash cans are full and overflowing The CPA in the antiques shop is doing his tallies/ And the Roadhogs of the world are not knowing I'm in the third kitchen of the B6 restaurant/ Working hard to establish my posterity Goose la orange is what they say they all want / They'll get it - When I write my recipe

They're tossing cows and pigs on the main drag/ Entertaining themselves in a grand fashion Meanwhile wild turkeys are in brown paper bags/ Unwilling victims to be of my unrelenting passion I've been here six months seeking personal fame/ And with it a long lasting notoriety And I'm sure I'll finally make my name / Someday soon - When I write my recipe

It's obvious to anyone that book and school learning/ Is not held in too high or too great esteem And the fires that are set, you can be sure will be burning /And to have a pot on the stove is my one dream Yes, the Bellys love fud, their desire is disarming / They eat everything that lies in close proximity And I know that Bonnie Lou will find me charming/ It'll happen - When I write my recipe

WHEN YOU GONNA SHAKE UP

BY BOBBY D.

You think a town like Dime Box would have a drug store A place where a man could sit and compose a score When you gonna shake up When you gonna shake up When you gonna shake up Be sure to make mine chocolate

The emphasis on meat has engendered my disdain If I don't get some ice cream I might just go insane. When you gonna shake up...

Need some sugar in my system or I turn lethargic I get a feeling that reminds me of being carsick When you gonna shake up...

I know they say the best diet is low carb and high protein But there's something 'bout eating flesh all day that's obscene When you gonna shake up...

Now my mission in life is to find and reveal the truth But I find it hard to do when I don't satisfy my sweet tooth When you gonna shake up...

Now Miss Buffy may want to work out and stay real lean But big boned women are sometimes not as mean When you gonna shake up...

Mr. Donny Bob is telling me I'm going to have to hit the highway The nearest Baskin & Robbins is located on the road to San Manse' When you gonna shake up...

HEY! MR. DEEP BELLY MAN

BY BOBBY D.

Hey, Mr. Deep Belly Man Buy a Moon Pie for me I'm gettin' hungry And there is no place I'm goin' to Hey, Mr. Deep Belly Man Save a Moon Pie for me In the ramble, shamble morning I'll sit down and eat with you

In the whirling, swirling neon lights of the B6 sign I wished that we could find A little peace of mind And some food that would comfort our souls It's a dirty little, secret world that we inhabit We chase a scared, little rabbit To its home and there we nab it Along with other rabbits in their holes

Hey, Mr. Deep Belly Man Are we not carnivorous And do we turn delirious When the meat comes tumbling off the bone

Hey Mr. Deep Belly Man I'm think I'm turning green/ I'm headed for the unseen Where I'll be a dead not a rolling stone Hey, Mr. Deep Belly Man...

DB�DB

BY BOBBY D.

DB...DB/ How long have we been eatin'?/ It seem like we always a'feedin'/ My belly is full as it can be/ I need some exercise, DB

DB...DB/ What has happened to the beer?/ I thought a six pack was always near They say in Dime Box beer is free/ Why am I still paying for it, DB?

I remember walking on Dime Box Main Street/ The sign on the B6 said come in and eat/ The tables were loaded with corn bread and biscuits/ I started with ribs and ended up with brisket

DB...DB/ It was time I was a'leavin'/ And my heart it's a'grievin'/ I am in constant agony/ I'll never be a Big Belly, DB

TIGHT CONNECTION TO MY MOON PIE

BY BOBBY D.

You got a tight connection to my moon pie/ You got a tight connection to my moon pie You got a tight connection to my moon pie/ You got a tight connection to my moon pie

You said you liked banana/ But that was a cruel joke I caught you eatin' vanilla/ With some other townsfolk You swore it off but it's/ Your neck I want to choke You likened our love to a vicissitude/ Like striking it rich on an acre of crude Has anybody seen my beer/ Has anybody seen my beer Has anybody seen my beer/ I don't know/ Has anybody seen my beer

They came out of nowhere and/ Appeared on the horizon The crumbs on their overalls/ fell and got lost in the sun They talked between mouthfuls/ and eatin' they never got done One wondered at the state of their digestion /And other bodily habits that came into question Has anybody seen my beer/ Has anybody seen my beer Has anybody seen my beer/ I don't know/ Has anybody seen my beer

They looked large at a distance/ And up close they were even bigger Once they drank all the beer/ Then they turned to the liquor Their chairs were made out of oak/ Their behinds would've crushed wicker All that's left now is a permanent emotion/ That scars the depths of my moon pie devotion Has anybody seen my beer Has anybody seen my beer Has anybody seen my beer I don't know Has anybody seen my beer

You got a tight connection to my moon pie/ You got a tight connection to my moon pie You got a tight connection to my moon pie/ You got a tight connection to my moon pie

THE END