My father went to the country club. My mother drove Mercedes around. I never got dirty or sweaty. I never had to change my underwear. Oh, I never had to change my underwear at all.
3,4. 3,4. 3,4. 3,4. . ahahah. . All this energy calling me. Back where it comes from. It's such a crude attitude. It's back where it belongs. . All the little kids growing up on the skins go.
Get down. . Let me tell you bout a friend of mine. His name is Boll Weevil, check him out. Spends all day on his big butt. And he don't ever, ever get outside.
Sugar's only sweetness. Salt is ocean tears. And you were my only weakness. For years and years and years. You little yellow sweetie. You were hiding in a jar.
Little sign of manhood, where did you go?. The edge of the yard. I found you, you know. All brown and hard. . I can't get your body out of my mind. I can't get your body.
Well I happened to. Find me a buggy. Coming out from under a rock in the grass yeah. He got his bug luggage. No time to talk he's walkin' fast yeah. Said he's heading for a log where the lady bugs are plentiful.
You might say someone else said it. Some worse some better then I. You might see someone taking pictures. They can't put them back and I'll tell you why?.
Let me tell you about a friend of mine. His name's boll weevil check him out. Spends all day on his big butt. And he don't ever ever get outside. I come to visit I bring some sunshine.
Through the rails I spied your ponytail, I tried. With sugar cubes and they're okay. But I don't think I'll catch you that way. I hate myself 'cause you're so cool.
I let my thirsty boots wander all over. They come home with lies about women. And in the evening toe up to the stars. Sun is comin' up and something's feelin' funky.
Your Mother's got bags of good advice. The don'ts exceed the do's. But she's not you. All it takes is a little nerve. As I close in for the kill. Just stand still.
Little salamander where did you go. The edge of the yard. I found you you know. All brown and hard. I can't get your body out of my mind. I can't get your body.
Had a dream. Magic Johnson was there. He autographed the ball. A small rubber ball. . Ten feet tall. Big puffy shoes. Are the cameras on?. Are the cameras on?.
Whoever you are, I am looking for you. On street after street, in bar after bar. The search for love is never ending. Whoever you are. . Wherever you are, I'm prepared to travel.
I let my thirsty boots wander all over. And they come home with lies about women. And in the evening toe up to the stars. Sun is comin' up and somethings feelin' funky.
Maybe other streets are wider. Than these narrow streets I know. Still you find here, ties that bind here. Where the heart is. . Maybe other lights are brighter.
Happy with no teeth. Happy here in hibernation. Slurpin' on a peach. Starin' at the situation. . Kitty on my foot. Meowin' out a conversation. Rockin' back and forth.
Had a dream. Magic johnson was there. He autographed the ball. A small rubber ball. Ten feet tall. Big puffy shoes. Are the cameras on. Are the cameras on.
When the angels take the angel voice away. Some lower their eyes, some of us shout cheats. . Cheating on the deal, pulling off the sting. Tuning up the harps, dishing out the wings.
Sitting on a park bench --. eyeing ittle girls with bad intent.. Snot running down his nose --. greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.. Drying in the cold sun --.