| Song | Team Clermont |
| Artist | Momus |
| Album | Stars Forever |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Momus | |
| Come grasshopper let's tell the tale again | |
| Of Team Clermont, five southern gentlemen | |
| Their mission's indie music and their weapon is the phone | |
| Battling indifference on the college radio shows | |
| To Hefner and The Creatures and a host of other schmoes | |
| Five southern men | |
| Five ponchos, five sombreros, and a phone | |
| The shadows of five horsemen on the desert horizon | |
| DJs who play Metallica tremble as they come | |
| Saddlebags packed up with something deadlier than guns | |
| The new Kid Silver, Daniel Johnston and DJ Krush albums | |
| Five southern men | |
| Team Clermont men | |
| Lucas, like Clint Eastwood in a tux | |
| Brings lore straight from the back woods about what fish are best to f(richochet)k | |
| Jumps off his trusty steed and shoots the technicolor breeze | |
| Right beside a cactus there on his hands and knees | |
| One too many Pabst Blue Ribbons on top of those green beans | |
| Five southern men | |
| Nelson is an outlaw tall and thin | |
| He screeches like a parrot and you'll swear a bird flew in | |
| Brian Bowen, tall and free amongst the Georgia tumbleweed | |
| With his plastic black rimmed glasses and his jacket made of tweed | |
| Thank goodness that's the style of a dying breed | |
| Five southern men | |
| Team Clermont men | |
| Grandpaw Jimmy, he's the long arm of the law | |
| He spins yarns about the good old days of rock and roll | |
| Ol' Bill Benson has a coffee mug forever in his hand | |
| His goatee beard is gone but that Pabst Blue Ribbon can | |
| Still lingers on, still lingers on | |
| Team Clermont men |
| zuo ci : Momus | |
| Come grasshopper let' s tell the tale again | |
| Of Team Clermont, five southern gentlemen | |
| Their mission' s indie music and their weapon is the phone | |
| Battling indifference on the college radio shows | |
| To Hefner and The Creatures and a host of other schmoes | |
| Five southern men | |
| Five ponchos, five sombreros, and a phone | |
| The shadows of five horsemen on the desert horizon | |
| DJs who play Metallica tremble as they come | |
| Saddlebags packed up with something deadlier than guns | |
| The new Kid Silver, Daniel Johnston and DJ Krush albums | |
| Five southern men | |
| Team Clermont men | |
| Lucas, like Clint Eastwood in a tux | |
| Brings lore straight from the back woods about what fish are best to f richochet k | |
| Jumps off his trusty steed and shoots the technicolor breeze | |
| Right beside a cactus there on his hands and knees | |
| One too many Pabst Blue Ribbons on top of those green beans | |
| Five southern men | |
| Nelson is an outlaw tall and thin | |
| He screeches like a parrot and you' ll swear a bird flew in | |
| Brian Bowen, tall and free amongst the Georgia tumbleweed | |
| With his plastic black rimmed glasses and his jacket made of tweed | |
| Thank goodness that' s the style of a dying breed | |
| Five southern men | |
| Team Clermont men | |
| Grandpaw Jimmy, he' s the long arm of the law | |
| He spins yarns about the good old days of rock and roll | |
| Ol' Bill Benson has a coffee mug forever in his hand | |
| His goatee beard is gone but that Pabst Blue Ribbon can | |
| Still lingers on, still lingers on | |
| Team Clermont men |
| zuò cí : Momus | |
| Come grasshopper let' s tell the tale again | |
| Of Team Clermont, five southern gentlemen | |
| Their mission' s indie music and their weapon is the phone | |
| Battling indifference on the college radio shows | |
| To Hefner and The Creatures and a host of other schmoes | |
| Five southern men | |
| Five ponchos, five sombreros, and a phone | |
| The shadows of five horsemen on the desert horizon | |
| DJs who play Metallica tremble as they come | |
| Saddlebags packed up with something deadlier than guns | |
| The new Kid Silver, Daniel Johnston and DJ Krush albums | |
| Five southern men | |
| Team Clermont men | |
| Lucas, like Clint Eastwood in a tux | |
| Brings lore straight from the back woods about what fish are best to f richochet k | |
| Jumps off his trusty steed and shoots the technicolor breeze | |
| Right beside a cactus there on his hands and knees | |
| One too many Pabst Blue Ribbons on top of those green beans | |
| Five southern men | |
| Nelson is an outlaw tall and thin | |
| He screeches like a parrot and you' ll swear a bird flew in | |
| Brian Bowen, tall and free amongst the Georgia tumbleweed | |
| With his plastic black rimmed glasses and his jacket made of tweed | |
| Thank goodness that' s the style of a dying breed | |
| Five southern men | |
| Team Clermont men | |
| Grandpaw Jimmy, he' s the long arm of the law | |
| He spins yarns about the good old days of rock and roll | |
| Ol' Bill Benson has a coffee mug forever in his hand | |
| His goatee beard is gone but that Pabst Blue Ribbon can | |
| Still lingers on, still lingers on | |
| Team Clermont men |