Two Dutch uncles, to say the least A treed coon and winged beast I gasped, I clasped But I passed the stone Gee, it’s good to be back home Friends chipped in for a tin canteen Just in time for Halloween Don’t eat, don’t sleep Or drink the foam Gee, it’s good to be back home The lights of some far-off refinery An Eldridge Cleaver forgery Upstairs who cares your hair has grown Gosh, it’s good to be back home