He drank pond water with garden gnomes.
He blew his nose with a strippers thong
and waved at the ladies as he sang this song.
Bury me in a suit.
Comb my hair with a prostitute.
When I get to Heaven I want God to say:
"Man, I wish I swung that way!"
Clint Stewhopper was a hundred and eight
and used brown gravy to masturbate,
smoked tobacco from a hound dog's skull.
Every Friday night you could hear his call.
Bury me in a suit.
Comb my hair with a prostitute.
When I get to Heaven I want God to say:
"Man, I wish I swung that way!"
But my daddy was the best of all,
a pink gorilla at nine feet tall,
farted popcicles from his fingernail tree
then got a tattoo of this royal decree!
Bury me in a suit.
Comb my hair with a prostitute.
When I get to Heaven I want God to say:
"Man, I wish I swung that way!"
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