"Let It Out (Let It All Hang Out)" is a 1967 song by The Hombres and the title track of their album of the same name. It is, according to AllMusic journalist Stewart Mason, a "deadpan southern-fried parody" of Bob Dylan's "Subterranean Homesick Blues". (spoken): "A preachment, dear friends, you are about to receive on John Barleycorn, nicotine, and the temptations of Eve" (Bronx cheer) No parkin' by the sewer sign Hot dog, my razor's broke Water drippin' up the spout But I don't care, let it all hang out Hangin' from a pine tree by my knees Sun is shinin' through the shade Nobody knows what it's all about, It's too much, man, let it all hang out Saw a man walkin' upside down My T.V.'s on the blink Made Galileo look like a Boy Scout Sorry 'bout that, let it all hang out Sleep all day, drive all night Brain my numb, can't stop now For sure ain't no doubt Keep an open mind, let it all hang out It's rainin' inside a big brown moon How does that mess you baby up, leg Eatin' a Reuben sandwich with sauerkraut Don't stop now, baby, let it all hang out Let it all hang out

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