Last Sunday morning we was
driving around
When I took a wrong turn
Up in the next river town.
Stopped at the corner
To ask for some directions,
But everyone we met was
Under witness protection.
And there on the sidewalk,
You won't believe this,
Was a man walking round
With a snake on each wrist.
I tried not to stare
But I couldn't understand
What he was doing there
With a snake on each hand.
He had a snake on each hand,
A snake on each hand,
Understand the man
With a snake on each hand.
Well I started spinning tales,
"Are you in a cult, Mister?
Or a carny sent to prison
After stabbing your sister?"
"To anticipate your question,"
he said, "people like to talk.
But Sunday morning's just ideal
To take the snakes out for a walk."
A snake on each hand,
A snake on each hand,
Understand the man
With a snake in each hand.
Understand the man
Understand the man
Understand the man
Understand, understand,
Understand, understand
Well I nodded in agreement
As the snakeman turned around,
Rolled up my windows,
Got the hell out of town.
To make it all ironic,
Thrown into the bag,
The radio was playing
King Oliver's Snake Rag.
A snake on each hand,
A snake on each hand,
Understand the man
With a snake on each hand.