The Good, The Bad & The Skinnee

for dinner

The cowards cower,

the brave brave the elements

I search the scenery for signs of intelligence

Is this the fate of the J's,

Special and Guevara

Take our last breath of air

up there on the Sierra

Our hopes are dropping,

the temperature is rising

But look over there,

where,

there on the horizon

A lone horseman

approaches behold With gold from stagecoaches

and fortunes fortold

Now dreams of more clams

than found by the seashore

Have got J and I digging graves like Igor

But when the world divides

and men turn on their sons

Those with their shovels

and those with their guns

It's the Good

the bad

and the Skinnee

It's the Good

the bad

and the Skinnee

It's the Good

the bad

and the Skinnee

It's the Good

the bad

and the Skinnee

Badges,

we don't need no stinking badges

Badges,

we don't need no stinking badges

Badges,

we don't need no stinking badges

Badges,

we don't need no stinking badges

Badges,

we don't need no stinking badges

Where justice comes looser

than swedish massages

Special J blowing up like a stick of dynamite

I'm the rootinest tootenist hombre

since Samuel Yosemite

And I up the ante,

you cant beat the J vigilante

In the shanty

bring inferno like Dante,

or disco or towering foes are endangered

like Manatees

I cause calamaties like Jane

It's the good

the bad

and the skinnee

It's the good

the bad

and the skinnee

It's the good

the bad

and the skinnee

It's the good

the bad

and the skinnee