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The following is off of a tape of Sanq's, by request of many.
Broad Lick Nick
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It's a broad lick Nick
And I'll tell you while I'm able
Or I'll smash your skull if you don't drink
Enough Black Label
It's a hard man's drink
Although the bottle's broken
Put your money on the table
Strain the glass through your teeth.
So we grew up lean, mean,
Kings of the street scene
Without a mother's guiding hand
To keep us clean.
Down your rum
We'll take life as it comes
And all you Blue Ridge creeps
Can lick our literary bum.
Ii drank my first pure malt
Before I was three
I smoked a pack of Dutch cigarettes
My pappy left for e
And I romanced a little lass who was
Twelve years my elder
At the age of six I held her
That year I also bed her
So, before I was seven
My first child was born.I told a pack of filthy lies as a politician
I heard my own confession as an act of contrition.I spent ten years as a Trappist monk
At a village in Tibet
[something we can't figure out]
Just to win a bet.I severed my leg to win a
One legged race
And when I won I stitched it
Right back into place.I fought Muhammed Ali
I seduced Mata Hari
I even won a sari
And I impersonated Ghandi
And I dare any here to call me a liar...
But I swear I saw Ezekiel
I swear I saw Elijah
Toasting marshmallows on Beelzebub's fire!
We're bad (
Bad!)
Bad (
Bad!)
Dangerous to know
We never gave a
[something else we can't figure out]
We'll stay up late
And never be folorn
And when the morning comes,
We will kiss the crack of dawn.
We took te wax from Kerouax,
And [dust to old Doestoevsky?]
And when all was said and done
Booze was all I had left me.
For all the world's great thinkers
Are all a load
Of PUS!
And if you ask how Zarathustra spoke,HE SPAKE THUS:
Drink, drink, drink
Drink until you're drunk
Drink until you can't stand up
Til you're roly poly stung
Til your bladder bursts
Til you throw a bitter curse
Til they pick you up, still comatose
And slam dance in the hearse!
We're good (
Good!), bad (
Bad!)
Ugly as sin
We mix our cough syrup
With our gin
So, take our medicine
And I pray that when I die
There'll be someone else around to kiss my ass goodbye
Yes I pray, I pray, I pray that when I die
There'll be someone else around to kiss my ass goodbye!
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