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