Lyrics Fourteen Pole Cat Skins On a Chevy Camaro - John Hartford

On a hill far away is an old wooden stage
And a band playing just out of tune.
In the meadow below the folks party down by the light of a silvery moon.

Now ain't that about a good time
And around and around the fire they dance
Leading the weaving bodies to love
What should it be if it shouldn't be fun?

Well she ain't the first and she aint the worst
And he ain't the best of the rest.
Back and forth this pain and pleasure
Love and hate so close together
Looney bin reject on the telephone
Obscene calls to the old folk's home

Well it's wrong if you don't do right
Boy must play bag pipe or die
Contracting life ol Dan ol John
What should it be if it shouldn't be fun?

All i am is a hole in the air
Surrounded all around by teeth and air
And which you throw your coat in there
What should it be if it shouldn't be fun?

Well it seems like everything is making me mad
Last night was the most fun we'd ever had
But it won't go on and it won't go on
What should it be if it shouldn't be fun

And now it seems compared to last night
Nothing oh nothing oh nothings seems right
Why can't we jump up and down all the time?
The morning after is so unkind
And it won't go on and it won't go on
What should it be if it shouldn't be fun