"Scuzzy says I gotta do this one next... I've been writing it my whole life. It's called... Hurdy Gurdy Boy..." [Verse 1] Rain on the cobblestone, shiv’ring and small, He found me in the alley with no name at all. “You’ll dance for coins, that’s what you’ll do,” He wownd the box, and the music flew. Fez on my head, a bellboy coat, Fuckin' danced each step like a practiced note. Smiling wide while my stomach burned— Each pirouette a lesson learned. [Chorus] Turn the crank, hear the sound, Hooves on stone, spinning 'round. Dance little zebra, fuckin' don’t ask why— Just raise your feet and blink your eye. Turn the crank, don’t make a noise— You’re Silvestro’s hurdy-gurdy boy. Oh, oh, just the hurdy-gurdy boy... Oh-oh-oh, the hurdy-gurdy boy. [Verse 2] At first it felt like something grand, The crowd, the lights, the copper in hand. But years went by, his kindness died, He cursed and drank and pushed with pride. He’d call me names and yank my tail, And laugh if I began to fail. Just fuckin' danced and bore the sting— Fuckin' broken cog with a broken spring. [Chorus] Turn the crank, hear the sound, Hooves on stone, spinning ‘round. No time to dream, no room for joy— Just keep on dancing, zebra boy. Turn the crank, ignore the noise— You’re Silvestro’s hurdy-gurdy boy. Oh, oh, just the hurdy-gurdy boy... Oh-oh-oh, the hurdy-gurdy boy. [Verse 3] Left him behind, out on my own, Aimless hoof-clacks upon the stones. Then Scuzzy waltzed by—denim stained, Her gorgeous eyes, they saw my pain. She traced my stripes, she gripped my hide— And whispered, “Let’s go for a ride.” With her I breathed, with her I knew— There’s more to life than dancing through. [Bridge] When word came Silvestro's dying slow, Packed up the coat and chose to go. He tried to speak, but couldn’t cry— I wownd the box and said goodbye. The wheel still turned, the song still played— But nothing gold was ever made. [Chorus] Turn the crank, but it don’t sing, Just echoes now, and rusted strings. I locked it in its case that day— But held it close and walked away. No more games, no more ploys— No more hurdy-gurdy boy. Oh-oh-oh, no hurdy-gurdy boy. [Verse 4] Then one night, you fuckin' found that case, Wiped off the dust and met my face. You said, “It’s fuckin' time—you’ve paid your dues, Let fuckin' joy be what these gears run through.” You wore that Fez with the bellboy coat, Twitched your fuckin' tail and pulled me close. Said "Now come on, Stripes, this here's your chance" And then I fuckin' made YOU dance! [Chorus] Now we play, the dive bar a-glow, Banjo strum and the grindin’ flow. Fez on your head, and the crowd leans in, Even Dookie’s hootin’ through bourbon. No more pain in the melodies— Just a hyena, a zebra, and memories. Oh-oh-oh, we make that noise, Scuzzy and the hurdy-gurdy boy. Oh, oh, my own hurdy-gurdy boy "Thanks, everybody!!" "Heh... well... I think Scuzzy's gonna sing something a little less heavy... Heh heh."
