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Big John

Big John, what a man Fishin' rod in his left, a gun in the other hand, Smart as a whip, I'd bet he's got one of those, too Don't piss him off, He'd as well kill, as cough, And in his mighty Toyota Tundra, He can make that truck thunder, I worked with him, Or almost, anyway, We could never be serious We suffer from mental decay, We'd sit and argue About Dunken Donuts, And Krispy Kreme, There aeration ratios On cruellers, See what I mean?? So if you meet the only red-neck in Yonkers, Don't doubt your senses, You're not going bonkers.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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