Pumpkin Pie

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Pumpkin Pie is the third track on Damn Skippy. It is about the rise and fall of a prolific pumpkin pie salesman.

The song was originally released on July 19th, 2004.[1] This early version is missing the accordion present in the album version.

Neil spoke about writing this song in the album's commentary track: "First thing I wrote before I came up with the idea of pumpkin pie was the first verse there. Then I had to think of something for him to be selling, and pumpkin pie fit and had enough things I could rhyme it with."

Pumpkin Pie
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Song
Artist Lemon Demon
Written by Neil Cicierega
Appears on Damn Skippy
Sung by Neil Cicierega
Duration 3:04
Tempo 135
Genre Rock
Language English
Links: Needlejuice Remaster Original lemon demon website download Backing Lemonic Demonade 2007 Lemonic Demonade 2006


Lyrics

 There lived a merchant in the days of old,
 Who is remembered for the things he sold.
 No silly trinkets, silver, bronze, or gold.
 So I’m told, so I’m told.
  
 He made a most delicious pumpkin pie,
 Which he presented to the passersby.
 Before the sun set he’d be all but dry.
 Folks would buy the whole supply.
  
 He lived alone, (He lived alone.)
 And every night he sat upon a throne of pumpkin pie.
 I do not know his name. (He’d never say his name.)
 He never wanted all the fame that came with pumpkin pie.
  
 Before you knew it he was in full swing.
 His pumpkin pies became the next big thing.
 Soon he was called upon to feed the king.
 And they’d sing, feed the king.
  
 The pie of pumpkin filled the King with glee.
 He offered a castle for the recipe, but
 The merchant wouldn’t even give it up for three.
 No not he, no not he.
  
 He lived alone, (He lived alone.)
 And every night he sat upon a throne of pumpkin pie.
 I do not know his name. (He’d never say his name.)
 He never wanted all the fame that came with pumpkin pie.
  
 The king was angry and he came unwound.
 He called his men and soon the merchant found
 Himself in a torture chamber underground.
 Tied and bound, he sighed and frowned.
  
 And so they tortured him for night and day.
 They made him scream so much his hair turned gray, but
 As for the recipe, he would not say.
 They could not flay his pride away.
  
 He lived alone, (He lived alone.)
 And every night he sat upon a throne of pumpkin pie.
 I do not know his name. (He’d never say his name.)
 He never wanted all the pain that came with pumpkin pie.

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