THE BUZZARD WAS THEIR FRIEND
(Words & Music by Dan Hicks)
Dan Hicks & His Hot Licks


A black-headed buzzard led the others on
he knew he couldn't get nothin' by stayin at home
black headed and looking slick flying right along

and where did he take them? the buzzard was their friend
he took 'em all down and bought 'em a bowl of whats-is-name
they were gettin' fat jus' goin' to bat on the bowls of it

he blew a whistle, blew it just once
and they were in the air and looking 'round
the wind was gustin' thirty 
they were gettin awful dirty but they didnt mind

when that bacon fries I want you gone 
a little bit a travlin' never done no wrong whoa-oh
look in the sky see those buzzards how they fly
black headed and looking slick flying right along

Lickettes!

the bacon grease dont matter none let it slip and slide and run
it aint no lie, look in the sky see how they fly
black headed and looking slick flying right along

and when it fry, fry a lot you mize well cook up all you got
hey hey put it your day see those buzzards on their way
black headed and looking slick flying right along
black headed and looking slick flying right along

(instrumental break)

and where did he take them? the buzzard was their friend
he took 'em all down and bought 'em a bowl of whats-is-name
they were gettin' fat jus' goin' to bat on the bowls of it

and when it fry, fry a lot you might as well cook up all you got
hey hey put it your day see those buzzards on their way
black headed and looking slick flying right along
black headed and looking slick flying right along



(Contributed by Andy Headgear - December 2003)