Phish.net > Charts > Narration Chart: "Harpua", 1989-03-14

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TREY: [Before song begins] Well, this is the final song. As with all good final songs… Is this the last what? This song begins with an Oom Pah Pah. So we hope you’ll help us out with the gestures involved. Let’s just teach it to you really quick before it starts. Since it’s the last song, we think you should all help out.

What you do right here is you go “Oom Pah Pah, Oom Pah Pah, Oom Pah Pah, Oom Pah Pah.” Okay, let’s try it one time here. “Oom Pah Pah, Oom Pah Pah, Oom Pah Pah, Oom Pah Pah.” Okay, here we go. Everybody ready with your hand gestures? Tim? Gonna give us a little sequence during this next section here?

[The band begins Harpua and plays through in the traditional manner, with Trey imploring everyone to clap their hands.]

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Jimmy. Oh, Jimmy was a nice boy and he had a nice little cat and they lived in peace and harmony in the middle of town. Once upon a time, there was also a mean, ugly bulldog who went by the name of Harpua. Harpua liked hot meat. Kinda reminds me of a dream Kime had only last night that he was just telling me about where, uh, I guess I was sitting this bar eating a raw, live animal whose legs were kicking out one side. Meanwhile, Paul walked in and Mike started talking to him about the sound system.

Anyway, Harpua liked to eat raw animals and one day he decided to wander into town to look for some action. So, he started walking into town and he moseyed into town and he walked over the little bridge and he walked down a street and he went through the suburban area into the middle of the city past some big buildings. And he kept walking until finally he came to the neighborhood that Jimmy lived in.

Well, it just so happened that on that day, Jimmy’s cat was outside going for a little walk. And Harpua came down the road and he rounded the corner and there in front of him he saw Jimmy’s cat. And a shock of recognition came through his body because he knew that this was no ordinary cat. It was, it was, it had to be, oh god, it was, it was the, it was that one cat that he had heard so much about, it was, my god, it was, it was, it was, it was that cat, it was, he looked that cat he knew, he knew that it was that one cat. My god! He saw that it was, it was, it was, OH MY GOD, it was, OH MY GOD, it was, IT WAS, IT WAS, OH MY GOD, IT WAS, ON NO, IT COULDN’T BE, IT COULD BE, IT WAS POSTER NUTBAG!!!!!!

Yes, Poster Nutbag. Well, the two looked at each other and fear came across Poster Nutbag’s eyes. And Poster Nutbag looked at Harpua and he coiled his body into a deadly arch. Harpua growled. The fight was about to begin. And a hungry drop of saliva dripped out of Harpua’s mouth onto the cement below.

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