Lyrics Les Claypool

Les Claypool

Booneville Stomp

Stomp, Stomp the Booneville Stomp

The Ba-Ba-Ba-Booneville Stomp

Monty worked for the forestry

But he couldn't make ends meet

Monty went to the hydro store

Soon he became part of the town elite

Hobnobbin' with the town elite

Stomp, Stomp the Booneville Stomp

The Ba-Ba-Ba-Booneville Stomp

Saddie knew the preacher man

She pedicured his wife

Saddie told the boys in town

And soon they came and

Threatened to take his life

Robert lived with the surlys

And threw a hardball fast

Now he's part of the greasy cast

Stomp, Stomp the Booneville Stomp

The Ba-Ba-Ba-Booneville Stomp

Now Betsy was a fleur-de-lys

Tried to be the homecoming queen

But Ally had a few more trinkets

And something in between

Now Betsy had an ear for music

And a voice of unique tone

But at 19 had a baby boy

So her dreams never had a chance to roam

Very far from home