Corn Dogs and Ice Cream Cones a song

It's rare that most would call me a hot head I am usually the coolest cucumber instead I have no tells, so their heads don't swell and I don't get entangled to soon But there is this tall lanky guy you see who plays a mean bluegrass guitar so sweet! and he's turned me on my head my tongue lolling out the side, I feel a big oh wet appetite Its going to be corn dogs yeah baby and ice cream cones I have to whip up these muscles and work on my tone He gonna have expectations of meee and I intend to make him sing oh yeah oh how deee I do drive like a race car driver I confess and mr ex officer may have to give me a new test until he gets over that I will have a bit of time to press But never before would anyone claim I swear that I was a hot headed daredevil minx its this tall lanky boy and his talk of being my toy and I don't ever want it to jinx It's going to be corn dogs yeah baby and ice cream cones I have to whip up these muscles and work on my tone He gonna have expectations of meee and I intend to make him sing hot diggity! I wonder how he likes his ice cubes. jagged or smooth and how stiff he likes his drinks on the rocks or straight shot no lube And I just await tying him down so we can just work out the kinks It's going to be corn dogs yeah baby and ice cream cones I have to whip up these muscles and work on my tone He gonna have expectations of meee and a month of head bobbin review with a view - Corn Dogs and Ice Cream Cones for Brian - Artimus (C) Susan Manley 4/22/24 1:51AM