The Gourds

My Name is Jorge

My name is Jorge and I twist and I juke

I roll into town with my wagon of fruit

I'll sell you an apple

I'll sell you an orange

And what you do with it ain't of my concerns

I once sold me an apple to William S. Burroughs

He shot up his dope, his Wine sap, his girl

And I sold me a lemon to Henry S. Ford

But he brought it back, I said, all sales are final

And I sold me a plum to a man who makes pies

Jack stuck in his thumb, oh what a surprise

And I sold sugar cane to Harvey Oswald

And he didn't shoot Johnny but I think he's involved

Yeah, I sold the cherries

I sold the pits

Them girls gettin' married, them girls havin' kids

And I won an award for a melon I growed

So I fixed up the wagon to vend a new load

But I won't sell no flowers no that ain't my gig

And I won't sell no cow, fish, fowl or pig

But I'll sell a bucket of peaches to Prine

'Cept he's got his own tree so he ain't shakin' mine

Once sold me a pear to Muhammed Ali

But I called him Clay so he punched me out

Now I'm punch drunk and my wagon's ka-poot

Said my name is Jorge and I twist and I juke

He roll into town with a wagon of fruit