Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Phish
Performer
Mike Gordon
Vocals
Béla Fleck
Banjo
Jon Fishman
Drums
Trey Anastasio
Guitar
Ed Thacker
Recorder
Page McConnell
Vocals
Carrie McConkey
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Gordon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danny Alonso
Assistant Engineer
Matt Westfield
Assistant Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Ed Thacker
Mixing Engineer
Paul Fox
Producer
Lyrics
Kitty Malone sat on a mule
Was riding in style
When suddenly, like the sound of a buzzard's breaking
Kity felt laser beams being fired at her head
She said, "I hate laser beams
And you never done see me askin'
For a UFO
In Tomahawk County"
Well she kicked the mule
And it walked the path
And the aliens fired from behind
Till she stopped the mule
And she kicked the rump
And the big old mule took a big old dump
Scent of a mule, you better watch out where you go
Take your laser beams away
Scent of a mule, you better watch out where you go
You better stop that laser game
Or you'll smell my mule
She felt the fire against her neck
And it saddened her to feel it burn
When suddenly, like the sound of a breeding Holstein
Kitty said, "Stop, we ain't lookin' for fightin'
In Tomahawk County."
A little guy from the UFO
Came on out and said his name was Joe
She said, "Come on over for some lemonade
Just follow me now with the whole brigade"
Chorus
They walked into her cabin shack
They had never seen a southern home
And they liked it, better than their UFO
They liked it, they really liked it
They said, "Here's a place of elegance
Here we shower ourselves in lightness"
Chorus
Writer(s): Michael Gordon
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