Cynthia Fox:
Ohhh! At Sky David's juke joint
of joy
reports, forty under the console giggle stick ling cod,
twenty-three
purple perches four sledge-hammerhead
sharks, and what a surprise, eightyfour
crabs,
and no red snapper.
Paraquat Kelly: Hey and that'll do for the
triumphant
return of the fish report with a beat.
Jim: We think of it as mainstreet, but to
the
rest of
the country it's Sunset Strip. You're listening to
KAOS in Los
Angeles.
I like staying
with my Uncle Dave
And I like playing with his great dane
But I don't fit
I feel alien and strange. Kinda outa range
I like riding
in my Uncle's car
Down to the beach where the pretty girls
all
parade
And movie stars and paparazzi play
The Charles Atlas kicking sand in the face
game
And I sit in
the canyon with my back to the sea
There's a blood red dragon on a field of
green
Calling me back
Back to the Black Hills again
Ooh, ooh, Billy come home
Billy is
searching for his native land
Flicking through the stations with the dial
in
his head
Picking up – – – – – – – – and
a male voice choir on the short wave band
Billy taps out
Jim's number on the phone
Sits shaking as he waits for Jim's
answering
tone
Come on my friend, speak to me please
The land of my fathers is calling to me
And I sit in the canyon with my back to the
sea
There's a blood red dragon on a field of
green
Calling me back, back to the Black Hills
again
Ooh, ooh, Billy come home
Come on home
He sits in the
canyon with his back to the sea
Sees a blood red dragon on a field of green
He hears a male voice choir singing Billy
come
home
Billy, Billy, come home
Come on home
Californian
Weirdo: I don't like fish, marine
fish
Jim: You are
listening to KAOS here in Los Angeles.
Californian Weirdo: I don't like fish.
Jim: Yes, we've established that. Ah! Do
you
have a
request?
Californian Weirdo: Shell fish, guppy,
salmon,
shrimp
and crab and lobster, flounder,
I hate fish, but I think most of all I hate
fresh fish, like trout. I hate fresh trout.
My least-hated, favourite fish would be
sole.
That way you don't have to see the eyes.
Sole has no eyes.
Jim: Oh no!
I'd like to be home with my monkey and my
dog.
Jim: Thank you.
I'd like to be home with my monkey and my
dog.
I'd like to be home with my monkey and dog.
I'd like to be home with my monkey...
Jim: They don't care. Shut up. Play the
record.