R. Stevie Moore
The Ghost of Stringbean
I slipped down to the park
And kissed his tombstone
It was all in fun
But maybe I wasn't the one to blame
This kept continuing bi-weekly
And I got in trouble
It was all in fun
I did what I had done the same
Stringbean, ole bean
Ya think I'm mean?
I never seen you grinnin' at me
You and Estelle watched me sinnin' actively
I saw String and his banjo
I was astonished!
He was having fun
"A biscuit in a bun" he sang
Son, they shot his poor head off
They ate that banjo
No one saw the fun
But I laughed a ton of twang
Stringbean, ole bean
You ain't no teen (Bean!)
I never saw you grinnin' at me
You and Estelle watched me sinnin' profusely
The old men die, I don't miss them
Or either need them
They applaud me none
Although I'm just the Son and Savior
(suck that bible)
And everyday a Ghost comes
Tells me I'm worst best
Yes sir, I'm still young
Consider myself the one in behavior
I don't like eating corn
I'd hate to molest you ever again
It is all in fun
Maybe I'm the one to blame