�The following songs were written in Honduras between 1998-2000.  All similarities to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.  Any hint of cynicism or crude morals is purely your imagination.  If you are easily offended, click the BACK button!
Hondo Legend
(E. Olson, J. Saslaw, N. Young, L. Cacique)
He used to work in Olancho
He really smelled like a chancho
He used to drink until he passed out on the floor...
on the floor...
He grew up in a small town
He could really put a drink down
Daddy always kept boozin' so he did too
CHORUS:
Somewhere on a dusty calle
He drives a Toyota
Burning basura blowing in the wind
He's been drinkin' half his life
The piece of shit he drives
Collidin' with the dirty air he breathes...
The dirty air he breathes
The bolo was sleazy down at the pool hall
He was a Hondo Legend in his time
His wife is dressin' 12 kids
He don't know what a job is
He gets the guaro dazed look in his eyes
Chorus
African Peanut Sauce
(E. Olson)
CHORUS:
African peanut sauce x3
Fuckin' peanut sauce!
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He's tryin' to steal our girl
With a recipie from around the world
She ain't fallin for his tricks
Keep your hands off our chicks
Chorus
(The next verse can only be described as sort of an expression of the joy of life and love
by one of our dear friends who would like to remain anonymous!)
Chorus, Ad lib with all sorts of hooting and hollering
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Mantequillaville
(E. Olson, J. Buffett)
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Eatin' tortillas todos los dias paseando from here to there
I'm sittin in my hammock, I'm startin' to panic
Bullets are shootin' into the air
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CHORUS:
Wastin' away again in Mantequillaville
Searchin' for my frijoles and rice
I'll get home some day si dios quiere
Adios al Cuerpo de Paz
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Don't know for what purpose I stayed here all service
Got nothin' to show but this worm in my poo
But it's a real beauty, a six inch cutie
How it got there I haven't a clue
Chorus
The signs on the road say "Cristo Viene"
The sign on the bus says he's comin' here
But there's beans in the blender and the carne is tender
So gimme a plato and give me a beer
Chorus
Campo Roads
(E. Olson, J. Denver)
Almost heaven East Olancho
Burning mountains, dirty muddy rivers
Life is slow there, too slow to believe
The sound of playero from across the street
CHORUS:
Campo roads take me home
To my site takes all day long
East Olancho with the chanchos
Take me home campo roads
All my memories of the Peace Corps
Diarrhea, contaminated water
The streets are dusty the smoke is in the sky
The fuerte taste of guaro makes me wonder why
Chorus
BRIDGE:
I hear his voice from the pool hall he calls me
His piropo makes me want to slap him in the face
And ridin' on the bus I get this feelin'
that I should have gone home yesterday, yesterday
Chorus
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