Song parody of
I Walk on Guilded Splinters
by Widespread Panic
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Some people think they jive me,
But I know they must be crazy
Don't see their misfortune,
I guess they're just too lazy
Je suie le grand zombie
My yellow belt of choisen
Ain't afraid of no tomcat,
Fill my brains with poison
Walk through the fire,
Fly through the smoke
See my enemy,
At the end of their rope
Walk on pins and neeedles
See what they can do
Walk on guilded splinters
With the King of the Zulu
Walk to me, get it, come, come
Walk on guilded splinters
Walk to me, get it, come, come
Walk on guilded splinters
Till I burn up.
Till I burn up.
Till I burn up.
Till I burn up.
I roll out my coffin
Drink poison in my chalice
Pride begins to fade
And you all feel my malice
Put gris-gris on your doorstep
And soon you be in the gutter
Melt your heart like butter,
An-an-and I can make you stutter
Walk to me, get it, come, come
Walk on guilded splinters
Walk to me, get it, come, come
Walk on guilded splinters
Till I burn up.
Till I burn up.
Till I burn up.
Till I burn up.
Some people think they jive me,
But I know they must be crazy
Don't see their misfortune,
I guess they're just too lazy
Je suie le grand zombie
My yellow belt of choisen
Ain't afraid of no tomcat,
Fill my brains with poison
Walk through the fire,
Fly through the smoke
See my enemy,
At the end of their rope
Walk on pins and neeedles
See what they can do
Walk on guilded splinters
With the King of the Zulu
Walk to me, get it, come, come
Walk on guilded splinters
Walk to me, get it, come, come
Walk on guilded splinters
Till I burn up.
Till I burn up.
Till I burn up.
Till I burn up.
I roll out my coffin
Drink poison in my chalice
Pride begins to fade
And you all feel my malice
Put gris-gris on your doorstep
And soon you be in the gutter
Melt your heart like butter,
An-an-and I can make you stutter
Walk to me, get it, come, come
Walk on guilded splinters
Walk to me, get it, come, come
Walk on guilded splinters
Till I burn up.
Till I burn up.
Till I burn up.
Till I burn up.
