The Ballad of Nasty Little Trask
by CastleBee
(A liberal rip off of the old '60's ballad of Big Bad John)
Ev'ry mornin' at the court you could see him arrive
He stood five foot six and weighed one thirty five
Kinda narrow at the shoulder and thin at the hip
And everybody knew ya didn't give no lip to Reverand Trask.
(Mean Trask, Mean Trask - Mean Little Trask)
Nobody seemed to know where Trask called home
He just drifted into Collinsport and stayed mostly alone
Always said too much and ever ready with a slam
And if you spoke at all, you just said, "DAMN!" to Nasty Trask
Somebody said he came from Boston town
Where he first started to put everyone down
A slanderous word from his condemning mouth
Put many a northerner on a fast stage south.
(Nasty Trask, Nasty Trask - Nasty Little Trask!)
Then one misty, dark Collinsport day
Barnabas cracked and Trask started to pray.
He trembled and cried and his heart beat fast
But he still didn't get he was soon to breath his last - Dumb Trask
(Dumb Trask, Dumb Trask - Dumb Little Trask!) [sconf]
Through the dust and the smoke of this Trask-made hell
Walked a mysterious man that the town knew well
He grabbed some bricks and motar and gave out with a cry,
"Come on so-called reverend - it's time to die!"
(Weenie Trask, Weenie Trask - Weenie Little Trask!)
And with all of his skill Barn fashioned a wall
As Trask writhed and cried and tried to call
But it was too late to avoid his secluded grave
Oops! Looks like he was the one he forgot to save! - Doomed Trask
(Doomed Trask, Doomed Trask - Doomed Little Trask!) [shckd]
Barnabas never planned to reopen that worthless pit
But he often thought of what he'd like to have inscribed on it
These few words he would choose for that plaque...
**Behind this wall hangs the Reverend Trask
and that nasty bugger sure won't be back!
FADE (Nasty Trask, Nasty Trask - Nasty Little Trask!)