THE HOOTER ON THE HILL
Softly and gently the hooter is callin’, callin’ to you and to me;
It’s dark and it’s cold and I don’t want to go there, but it is where I need to be.
Come on, come on, the hooter is callin’ me on,
Softly and gently the hooter is callin’, callin’ O skinner come on.
Now was it the chili or was it the coffee, somethin’ is talkin’ to me;
Ma stomach is clamin’ the time is a comin’, time to let it all free.
Come on, come on, the hooter is callin’ me on,
Those beans were the last straw, I caint wait no longer, that porcelin is callin’ to me.
Portable hooters are green an’ disgustin’, disgustin’ from you and from me;
They’re dank, dark, and smelly with no toilet paper, please just leave a little t.p.
Come on, come on, the hooter is callin’ me on,
Softly and gently the hooter is callin’, callin’ O skinner come on.
See on the portals those footprints so grimy, grimy from you and from me;
Slimy green footprints, so big and so tiny, My Lord what do you people eat?
Come on, come on, the hooter is callin’ me on,
Softly and gently the hooter is callin’, callin’ O skinner come on.
O thank you Regina and thank you Laird Finley, thank you Robby and Julie too;
For porcelin bright, not green slick and slimy, that smells like inside of a zoo.
Come on, come on, the hooter is callin’ me on,
Softly and gently the hooter is callin’, callin’ O skinner come on.
Words: Republic of West Florida Volunteers 2001 Music: Will L. Thompson 1880