Team Clermont - Momus

Come grasshopper let’s tell the tale again

Of Team Clermont, five southern gentlemen

Their mission’s indie music and their weapon is the phone

Battling indifference on the college radio shows

To Hefner and The Creatures and a host of other schmoes

Five southern men

Five ponchos, five sombreros, and a phone

The shadows of five horsemen on the desert horizon

DJs who play Metallica tremble as they come

Saddlebags packed up with something deadlier than guns

The new Kid Silver, Daniel Johnston and DJ Krush albums

Five southern men

Team Clermont men

Lucas, like Clint Eastwood in a tux

Brings lore straight from the back woods about what fish are best to

f (richochet)k

Jumps off his trusty steed and shoots the technicolor breeze

Right beside a cactus there on his hands and knees

One too many Pabst Blue Ribbons on top of those green beans

Five southern men

Nelson is an outlaw tall and thin

He screeches like a parrot and you’ll swear a bird flew in

Brian Bowen, tall and free amongst the Georgia tumbleweed

With his plastic black rimmed glasses and his jacket made of tweed

Thank goodness that’s the style of a dying breed

Five southern men

Team Clermont men

Grandpaw Jimmy, he’s the long arm of the law

He spins yarns about the good old days of rock and roll

Ol' Bill Benson has a coffee mug forever in his hand

His goatee beard is gone but that Pabst Blue Ribbon can

Still lingers on, still lingers on

Team Clermont men