Yeah!   Drum solo.. drum solo!   Phil Rott!   Ladies and gentlemen.. Mr Phil Rott  Alright here's a song that we actually know   And we actually made it up   So I hope you actually enjoy it   and it goes actually like this  Happy with no teeth, happy here in hibernation   Slurpin' on a peach, starin' at the situation   Kitty at my foot, meowin' out a conversation   Rockin' back 'n' forth, that's my only destination  Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch   Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me   Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch   Old man on the back porch, and that.....  Meeeeeeeee-ow, wow, wow, wow  Got a two-string on my lap, total subsonic vacation   Got chicken on the drums, poundin' out a perfect prescription   Got twenty little worms, all plug into amplification   Got fifteen hundred bass drum luggin' bug-eyed monkeys   All arriving at the station  Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch   Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me   Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch   Old man on the back porch, and that.....  Me me meeeee-ow whoa, whoa, whoa  I'm old.. I'm an old man   I took all my money   And I bought myself a little shacky-condominium outside of Syndey, Australia   I decided to retire here in Asustralia   Because it's so gosh-damn beatuiful   I love it so tenderly   So much it's just home   Oh so out for underneath the trees   Come a bunch of little chickies   And the buckets and the monkeys   With the one-string, no-string string, two-string guitars   "Hey Chris wanna jam?"   Sure, why not!  But I'm an old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch   Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me   Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch   Old man on the back porch, and that.....