From Arigon Starr's CD "Wind-Up"
Lyrics
He was the biggest Indian guy
In the history of the tribe
Custom overalls and a four X shirt
Living large and living fast
He never came in last
He was a wicked Indian doughboy
Running wild
He thought he had been to every stall
He would be the judge of them all
CHORUS
There goes Junior Frybread
He's been looking everywhere
Hey now Junior Frybread
The best bread is over there
He wiped the grease from his chin
As he threw the plate in the bin
And he contemplated another piece of bread
He ate salt, grease and flour
He was a conisseur of Indian frybread
He thought he had been to every stall
He would be the judge of them all
CHORUS
His mother and his sister
And his crazy Uncle Lester
Had tried to get him the frybread line
Now, he was the very last man
In a line that was past the grandstand
Would they close the booth before he got his bread?
He thought he had been to every stall
He would be the judge of them all
CHORUS
His sweaty temples pounded
As the smell of frybread abounded
He closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh
The booth ran out of propane
Causing Junior to go insane
He collapsed and he began to cry
"Though my final sample was denied
I'm the King of Frybread til' I die!"
CHORUS
There goes Junior Frybread
He's been looking everywhere
Hey now Junior Frybread
The Bannock is over there!