Rabbit Pie
Rabbit Pie
Lyrics by Michael Vance
Written August 1971
From “Johnathan Stallion” musical
“They spend their lives at puppet shows
and wonder where the yellow goes—
salute the mighty pantyhose—
and question why I question why
and cannot cry for laughing.”
Boy was afraid his foster mother would remarry
and send him away from his bed.
Shot her in the head
and put her body in an oil drum
behind the family shed.
True love is not dead.
Rabbit pie, rabbit pie, cut a piece for your pleasure
fill yourself, leave no measure
of sweet rabbit pie
served in an oil drum
I have no taste for it
Rabbit pie, rabbit pie, spiced with rum
Jeffrey Rabbit ran his mother’s Tastee Bakery
Something for every sweet tooth
Increased his present stock
by putting her body in a pie pan
baked her in the back lot.
Good things for hungry tots.
Rabbit pie, rabbit pie, cut a piece for your pleasure
fill yourself, leave no measure
of sweet rabbit pie
served in an oil drum
I have no taste for it
Rabbit pie, rabbit pie, spiced with rum
“They spend their lives at puppet shows
and wonder where the yellow goes—
salute the mighty pantyhose—
and question why I question why
and cannot cry for laughing
for laughing, cannot, cannot
cry for laughing, Lord, laughing, cannot cry
for laughing?
Rabbit Pie
Rabbit Pie
Lyrics by Michael Vance
Written August 1971
From “Johnathan Stallion” musical
“They spend their lives at puppet shows
and wonder where the yellow goes—
salute the mighty pantyhose—
and question why I question why
and cannot cry for laughing.”
Boy was afraid his foster mother would remarry
and send him away from his bed.
Shot her in the head
and put her body in an oil drum
behind the family shed.
True love is not dead.
Rabbit pie, rabbit pie, cut a piece for your pleasure
fill yourself, leave no measure
of sweet rabbit pie
served in an oil drum
I have no taste for it
Rabbit pie, rabbit pie, spiced with rum
Jeffrey Rabbit ran his mother’s Tastee Bakery
Something for every sweet tooth
Increased his present stock
by putting her body in a pie pan
baked her in the back lot.
Good things for hungry tots.
Rabbit pie, rabbit pie, cut a piece for your pleasure
fill yourself, leave no measure
of sweet rabbit pie
served in an oil drum
I have no taste for it
Rabbit pie, rabbit pie, spiced with rum
“They spend their lives at puppet shows
and wonder where the yellow goes—
salute the mighty pantyhose—
and question why I question why
and cannot cry for laughing
for laughing, cannot, cannot
cry for laughing, Lord, laughing, cannot cry
for laughing?