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i got a lot of thoughts to think i got a big round bottle of unicum to drink i been around the block i wasn't born yesterday i'm the dead horse that you won't stop flogging falling asleep still you won't stop talking tell me why o why does it have to be this way ain't no telling what's gonna drop next nobody round here goes by the book ain't nobody's rhyme gotta have a good reason everybody gather round and take another look take another look take another i gotta take it day by day i gotta plate of fried chicken to take away there's something wrong with me i ain't got time to wonder what never mind what's cooking on your fat back burner you can't teach me nothing i'm a real slow learner on your way back out make sure the front door's shut ain't no telling what's gonna come easy when you've fallen outta favor with your fat back friend the check is in the mail and the chicken is greasy everybody gather round and wait for this to end wait for this to end wait for this Copyright Samm Bennett - all rights reserved back to Lyrics Table of Contents |
This song of appears on the album "Samm Bennett's History of the Last Five Minutes" |