Funky Grass Band

A small town in Kentucky that's called Hazzard

Has been known to lay some talent on this land

Gave birth to a group that's really happening Eli Stubbs and his Funky Grass Band

The Funky Grass Band hits the stage a grinnin' their pickin' really turns a body on

Now I wouldn't say the band makes too much money

Cause they been seen a smokin' roll-you-home

Yellow bus come reelin' down the highway headin' for another one night stand

With the women screemin' faint throw their babies

At Eli Stubbs and his Funky Grass Band

[ el.banjo - fiddle ]

Now Eli's a little older and short and stubby and he's bald as an eagle in the back

But he kept it hid from all the friends and neighbors

The one night the band got high and smoked his hat

Now Eli bought himself a brand new toupet

It was long and shaggy and sorta orangey red

One night the fiddle player was a dancin' to the microphone

And pulled the rug clean off of Eli's head

Yellow bus come reelin' down...

One night they was a traveling through the Ozarks and Eli had to answer nature's call

He told the driver to find a filling station I gotta see a man about a dog

He drove on for miles around the mountain Eli hollered hey stop right here

Driver pulled too close to the canyon and Eli almost ended his career

Yellow bus come reelin' down...

Oh get it Eli son crank it crank it crank it Eli