In Your Easter Vomit
by Peter Stampfel & Antonia, circa 1970s
in your easter vomit with all the flies upon it
you’ll be the drunkest wino in the easter parade
you’ll be all hung over and when they roll you over
you’ll be the rankest wino in the easter paradeon the avenue tenth avenue the
photographer will snap us and he’ll say that
you’re like a pile of manurefifty pounds of comet
could not remove the vomit
and all the flies you’re wearing
to the easter parade
Happy Easter … and remember, don’t eat the little “eggs” the bunny leaves on the lawn.
the real lyrics are:
In your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it,
You’ll be the grandest lady in the Easter Parade.
I’ll be all in clover and when they look you over,
I’ll be the proudest fellow in the Easter Parade.
On the avenue, Fifth Avenue, the photographers will snap us,
And you’ll find that you’re in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet about your Easter bonnet,
And of the girl I’m taking to the Easter Parade.