Song parody of
Williamson's Garage
by Spirit of the West
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There's something there in Williamson's Garage
I think it's me trying to start a fire
With autumn leaves and gasoline
The flames leapt up to bite my sleeves
It's only a painting
But not too pretty a picture
Into my home, a real native boy
Full-blooded brave, a kind of show 'n tell
I showed him off to my Great-Aunt
He told me off to my white face
It's only a painting
But not to pretty a picture
There it hangs on the wall
A thousand words I know them all
The frozen bird, a hockey puck
Shed tears, move on to Van Gogh
Murder of crows gathered on the power lines
Murdering crows, The Blue Max will be mine
To bring them down I take my aim
Then I reload and shoot again
It's only a painting
But not to pretty a picture
And there it hangs on the wall
A thousand words I know them all
The frozen bird, a hockey puck
Shed tears, move on to Van Gogh
Move on to Van Gogh
Move on to Van Gogh
There's something there in Williamson's Garage
I think it's me trying to start a fire
With autumn leaves and gasoline
The flames leapt up to bite my sleeves
It's only a painting
But not too pretty a picture
Into my home, a real native boy
Full-blooded brave, a kind of show 'n tell
I showed him off to my Great-Aunt
He told me off to my white face
It's only a painting
But not to pretty a picture
There it hangs on the wall
A thousand words I know them all
The frozen bird, a hockey puck
Shed tears, move on to Van Gogh
Murder of crows gathered on the power lines
Murdering crows, The Blue Max will be mine
To bring them down I take my aim
Then I reload and shoot again
It's only a painting
But not to pretty a picture
And there it hangs on the wall
A thousand words I know them all
The frozen bird, a hockey puck
Shed tears, move on to Van Gogh
Move on to Van Gogh
Move on to Van Gogh
