frank turner – The Ballad Of Steve scritto da admin 22 Gennaio 2016 He was short and fat, and rode out of the West With a Mogen David on his silver vest He was mean and nasty right clear through Which was kinda weird, ‘cause he was yellow too They called him Irving Big Irving Big, short Irving Big, short, fat Irving The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West He came from the old Bar Mitzvah spread With a 10-gallon yarmulke on his head. * [see below] He always followed his mother’s wishes Even on the range he used two sets of dishes Irving Big, fat Irving Big sissy Irving The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West A hundred and forty-one could draw faster than he But Irving was looking for one forty-three Walked into Sol’s Saloon like a man insane And ordered three fingers of two cents plain Irving Big, fat Irving Big sport Irving The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West —- [The following lines were edited out of the original release, and are only in The version available on Dr. Demento’s 20th Anniversary Collection.] One day Bad Max happened into town His aim was to shoot fat Irving down Bad Max said, “Draw, and draw right now!” And Irving drew, drew a picture of a cow Irving Big, fat Irving Big gunfighter Irving The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West —- The James Boys was comin’ on a train at first sun And the town said, “Irving, we need your gun.” When that train pulled in at the break of dawn Irving’s gun was there, but Irving was gone Irving Big, fat Irving Big help, Irving The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West Well, finally Irving got three slugs in the belly It was right outside the Frontier Deli He was sittin’ there twirlin’ his gun around And butterfingers Irving gunned himself down! Irving Big, fat Irving Big dum-dum Irving Big dum-dum dead Irving The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West Really