Scent Of A Mule - Phish

Kitty Malone sat on a mule

Was riding in style

When suddenly, like the sound of a buzzard’s breaking

Kitty felt laser beams being fired at her head

She said, «I hate laser beams

And you never done see me askin'

For a UFO

In Tomahawk County»

Well she kicked the mule

And it walked the path

And the aliens fired from behind

Till she stopped the mule

And she kicked the rump

And the big old mule took a big old dump

Scent of a mule, you better watch out where you go

Take your laser beams away

Scent of a mule, you better watch out where you go

You better stop that laser game

Or you’ll smell my mule

She felt the fire against her neck

And it saddened her to feel it burn

When suddenly, like the sound of a breeding Holstein

Kitty said, «Stop, we ain’t lookin' for fightin'

In Tomahawk County.»

A little guy from the UFO

Came on out and said his name was Joe

She said, «Come on over for some lemonade

Just follow me now with the whole brigade»

Scent of a mule…

They walked into her cabin shack

They had never seen a southern home

And they liked it, better than their UFO

They liked it, they really liked it

They said, «Here's a place of elegance

Here we shower ourselves in lightness»