Night Of The Living Rednecks

Dead Kennedys

Ray's guitar broke. No, we won't play Rawhide, won't play anything.

We'll play the theme from the Dinah Shore show.

Who wants to be Dinah Shore? Who's alter-ego is Dinah Shore?

Oh, his fists didn't go up so quickly this time. Yawn...yawn..yawn.

Put those headphones on, it's be-bop time.

I want to tell you a story about the last time I was in Portland.

The night before we played at the Long Goodbye.

I was walking on the street about 10:30 at night.

A lot of people go to bed around here at 10:30 at night.

And well, I was walking along when suddenly these jocks in this

bright blue pickup drove up. It had KC lights, tractor tires,

everything but the CB. It was a life-size Hot Wheels car for some dumb rich kid,

right. Well, they drove up to me

and they yelled what dumb rich kids usually yell, "Hey, faggot,"

and showered me with some water.

So, I stood there thinking, what a bunch of fuckheads and picked up a rock.

Now, I waited, walked down about a block to

where the Kentucky Fried Chicken is, on Burnside,

and sure enough they drove around again.

They said, "Hey, faggot, where's the nearest McDonald's?" I said,

"I don't know" and they squirted me again.

So I threw the rock and put a nice-size dent in their giant Hot Wheels car.

They screached to a halt in the parking lot of some department store,

who's name I don't remember, it's up the street from Fred Meyer,

and they got out their clubs and they ran after me, yelling,

"We're gonna kill you, you god damn faggot, we're gonna kill you,

you motherfucker."

So I got in a phonebooth by the Kentucky Fried Chicken on Burnside,

held my legs straight out like this so they couldn't open the door

to the phonebooth. So they began charging the phonebooth,

beating on it with their club, yelling,

"We're gonna kill you, you motherfucker, we're gonna kill you,

you god damn faggot." I just looked at