Songtexte Long Gone Geek - Procol Harum

Weird goings-on at the county jail
Prisoners reading the sheriff's mail
He's strapped down to a swivel chair
Trying to swivel right out of there
Pin-striped sweets in cell 15
Convinced his self it's all a dream
He's got a pet black tabby cat
Carries a gun and wears a Stetson hat

The door flies open, in strides geek
Looking like the front page of Newsweek
He says to Lou in a voice of glee
"What's the matter, ain't you glad to see me?"
Lou's on the floor 'cause he can't stand up
As green as a leaf in a tea-cup
When on to geeks back jumps a Stetson-hatted cat
Which breaks geeks neck like he was a rat?
Eh, oh, my son

Going on at the county jail
Prisoners reading the sheriff's mail
He's strapped down to a swivel chair
Trying to swivel right out of there
Pin-striped sweets in cell 15
Convinced his self it's all a dream
He's got a pet black tabby cat
Carries a gun and wears a Stetson hat

Long gone geek
Long gone geek
Long gone geek
Long gone geek
Long gone geek
Long gone geek
Long gone geek
Long gone geek

Jesus!
In this little room here, you've no idea
It's boiling, absoluteley boiling
Your Majesty, we've to slow down otherwise we will get some strugglles—