| Song | Orange Claw Hammer |
| Artist | Captain Beefheart |
| Album | Trout Mask Replica |
| 作词 : VanVliet | |
| A thick cloud caught a piper clubs tail | |
| The match struck blue on a railroad rail | |
| The old puff horse was just pullin' through | |
| And a man wore a peg leg forever | |
| I'm on the bum where the hobos run | |
| The air breaks with filthy chatter | |
| Oh, I don't care there's no place there | |
| I don't think it matters | |
| My skin's blazin' through | |
| And my clothes in tatters | |
| And the railroad looked | |
| Like a 'Y' up the hill of ladders | |
| One shoe fell on the gravel | |
| One stick poked down | |
| Gray of age fell down on a pair of ears | |
| An eagle shined through my hole watch pocket | |
| A gingham girl, baby girl | |
| Passed me by in tears | |
| A jack rabbit raised his folded ears | |
| A beautiful sagebrush, jack rabbit | |
| And an oriole sang like an orange | |
| His breast full a worms | |
| And his tail clawed the evenin' like a hammer | |
| His wings took the air like a bomber | |
| And my rain can caught me a cup a water | |
| When I got into town | |
| Odd jobs mam, ah, yer horse, | |
| I'll fodder | |
| I'm the round house man | |
| I once was yer father | |
| A little up the road a wooden | |
| Candy stripe barber pole | |
| And above it read a sign, ' | |
| Painless Parker' | |
| Lic, licorice twisted around under a fly | |
| And a youngster cocked her eye | |
| God before me if | |
| I'm not crazy | |
| Is my daughter | |
| Come little one with yer little dimpled fingers | |
| Gimme one and | |
| I'll buy you a cherry phosphate | |
| Take you down t' the foamin' brine and water | |
| And show you the wooden tits | |
| On the Goddess with the pole out s'full sail | |
| That tempted away yer peg legged father | |
| I was shanghaied by a high hat beaver mustache man | |
| And his pirate friend | |
| I woke up in vomit and beer in a banana bin | |
| And a soft lass with brown skin | |
| Bore me seven babies with snappin' black eyes | |
| And beautiful ebony skin | |
| And here it is | |
| I'm with you my daughter | |
| Thirty years away can make a seaman's eyes | |
| A round house man's eyes flow out water | |
| Salt water |
| zuò cí : VanVliet | |
| A thick cloud caught a piper clubs tail | |
| The match struck blue on a railroad rail | |
| The old puff horse was just pullin' through | |
| And a man wore a peg leg forever | |
| I' m on the bum where the hobos run | |
| The air breaks with filthy chatter | |
| Oh, I don' t care there' s no place there | |
| I don' t think it matters | |
| My skin' s blazin' through | |
| And my clothes in tatters | |
| And the railroad looked | |
| Like a ' Y' up the hill of ladders | |
| One shoe fell on the gravel | |
| One stick poked down | |
| Gray of age fell down on a pair of ears | |
| An eagle shined through my hole watch pocket | |
| A gingham girl, baby girl | |
| Passed me by in tears | |
| A jack rabbit raised his folded ears | |
| A beautiful sagebrush, jack rabbit | |
| And an oriole sang like an orange | |
| His breast full a worms | |
| And his tail clawed the evenin' like a hammer | |
| His wings took the air like a bomber | |
| And my rain can caught me a cup a water | |
| When I got into town | |
| Odd jobs mam, ah, yer horse, | |
| I' ll fodder | |
| I' m the round house man | |
| I once was yer father | |
| A little up the road a wooden | |
| Candy stripe barber pole | |
| And above it read a sign, ' | |
| Painless Parker' | |
| Lic, licorice twisted around under a fly | |
| And a youngster cocked her eye | |
| God before me if | |
| I' m not crazy | |
| Is my daughter | |
| Come little one with yer little dimpled fingers | |
| Gimme one and | |
| I' ll buy you a cherry phosphate | |
| Take you down t' the foamin' brine and water | |
| And show you the wooden tits | |
| On the Goddess with the pole out s' full sail | |
| That tempted away yer peg legged father | |
| I was shanghaied by a high hat beaver mustache man | |
| And his pirate friend | |
| I woke up in vomit and beer in a banana bin | |
| And a soft lass with brown skin | |
| Bore me seven babies with snappin' black eyes | |
| And beautiful ebony skin | |
| And here it is | |
| I' m with you my daughter | |
| Thirty years away can make a seaman' s eyes | |
| A round house man' s eyes flow out water | |
| Salt water |