Sweet Sweet Bulbs - Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet bulbs grow in my lady’s garden

Warm, warm, warm, warm, warm sun fingers wave in my lady’s garden

Flowers dance, their faces brave

Come talk freely in the garden of my lady

Her hominy smile, her hominy snatch

Only a crow would peck and a chicken would scratch

Her lips turned up to kiss

I see you Phoebe baby in your bonnet

With the sunset written on it

In the shadow of a tree

Curled around your knee in color

And just behind you was the sea of negativity

Tinkling like mercury in the wind

Her feet kept by the ground, her toes bare brown

Her carriage she abandoned like a hand-me-down

She walked back into nature, a queen uncrowned

She had just recognized herself to be an heir to the throne

Her garden gate swings lightly without weight

Open to most anyone that needs a little freedom

For God’s sake

Oh come as many as you can

In dark or light, you’re free to grow as flowers

Share her throne and use her toothbrush

And spend some interesting hours