Hendershot
Les Claypool's Frog Brigade Lyrics


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Lonely, homely boy they called him Lucy
Mama's little man
And she calls him Hendershot
His mama called him Hendershot

Be seen and not be heard, they told him
He grew into a big man they call
Hendershot
They always call him Hendershot

Walking down the side streets of SoHo
Chances are you'll bump into our friend
Hendershot
That's Hendershot

Sitting on a blanket near Saint Marks
Is a man selling handbags he gets from




Hendershot
But he doesn't call him Hendershot

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Les Claypool's Frog Brigade's song Hendershot shed light on the story of an isolated boy named Lucy who grew up to be a man nicknamed Hendershot. Lucy was not just lonely but also homely; thus, he became an easy target for bullying, with his mother being the only person who truly understood him. Hendershot's mother named him because of his fragility and need for protection, and she always called him by that name. In society, he was instructed to be silent and ignored, which shaped his personality.


Hendershot grew into a big man, and his nickname stuck as he never spoke up to defend himself, so people referred to him as Hendershot. In the streets of Soho, where people are usually busy, Hendershot would stand out due to his unusual appearance, and it was likely that if one roamed there, they would bump into him. There is a seller of handbags near Saint Marks, and the bags most likely come from Hendershot without being referred to by his nickname.


Line by Line Meaning

Lonely, homely boy they called him Lucy
As a child, Hendershot was a lonely and unattractive boy, and the kids in town gave him a cruel nickname: Lucy.


Mama's little man
Despite being teased by other kids, Hendershot was a good son who loved his mother dearly.


And she calls him Hendershot
Hendershot's mother affectionately called him by his last name, perhaps as a way of boosting his confidence and self-worth.


Be seen and not be heard, they told him
Hendershot was raised to be quiet and unobtrusive, and was expected to blend in rather than stand out from the crowd.


He grew into a big man they call Hendershot
Despite his unassuming nature, Hendershot grew up to be physically imposing and talented, so his friends and acquaintances began calling him by his last name as a sign of respect.


Walking down the side streets of SoHo Chances are you'll bump into our friend Hendershot That's Hendershot
Hendershot is a familiar and beloved figure in the neighborhood, and it's not unusual to run into him while walking the streets of SoHo.


Sitting on a blanket near Saint Marks Is a man selling handbags he gets from Hendershot But he doesn't call him Hendershot
Hendershot is known to have connections and resources, and some people are willing to do business with him even if they don't address him by his last name.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: LES CLAYPOOL

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@jennyprorock

My son loved this song when he was 4. Tap his little hand along and bob his head in the back seat. My memories are weird. Turns 26 this year..

@OifelOifel

Hands down the best saxophone solo I have ever heard in my life!!!

@hapilydamaged

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@benmarvin9864

not enough characters to properly express just how amazing this is

@shadowboxingfool

everything blends together perfectly on this song, a greasy granny would be proud of her grandsons

@cheddar21

Beats the hell out of television!

@Ty-ry6qq

Best version for sure.

@DonFormica

I just can't get over the beauty of it all..the beauty that is...surf saxophone.

@gregorystanton3811

I’m just here for the surf saxophone.

@stevewilliams6479

I really can’t get over the beauty of it all.

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