Phish.net > Charts > Narration Chart: "Harpua", 1989-10-14

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TREY: Once upon a time there was a boy who dreamed of growing up and working for the Hobart Security Force. His name was Jimmy. Well, he hadn’t gotten old enough to grow up and join the Hobart Security Force yet, so at this point in time he was just sitting in his living room, listening to his stereo. And as he listened to his stereo, he was really into this one tune he was listening to, he went and turned up the volume a little bit.

[Entire band plays] In a gadda da vida, honey, don't you know that I'm lovin' you, In a gadda da vida, honey, Don't you know that I'm lovin' you

TREY: So there he was, listening to his stereo, and as he listened to his stereo he leaned back in his recliner and he pet his little pet that was sitting next to him on his recliner. Because Jimmy was a happy boy because he had a friend, a little kitty cat (SOMEONE starts meowing every few seconds as Trey continues to speak) who had a friend who sat next to him on this chair.

And he looked down at the kitty cat and he said, “I love you kitty cat, you are my little kitty cat, and that’s why, I love you so much thtat that’s why I named you, that’s why I named you, I love you so much that I had to name you, I had to name you, your name was, I looked at you when you were born, just a little kitten, and I said ‘This is the kind of cat, this is the kind of cat that should be named, this cat deserves a name like, it should have a name like, like, this cat’s name should be POSTER NUTBAG!’”

POSTER NUTBAG! POSTER NUTBAG! POSTER NUTBAG!

Well, Poster Nutbag wanted to go outside and go for a little walk, so Jimmy opened the door and Poster Nutbag went out into the street, but as he walked down the street, he did not know that just around the corner, Harpua, the mean nasty bulldog was lurking, (unintelligible FISHMAN yelling) looking for a hot meat sandwich!

Well, Poster Nutbag wandered around the corner, when suddenly, he came face-to-face with Harpua. They looked at each other, and oh my god, Poster Nutbag coiled his body into a deadly arch and there was gonna be a nasty fight and Harpua let a mean and ugly drop of saliva drip onto the pavement below…

Look, the storm’s gone…
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