Hea
Just once
Whammy Whammy
Cep Cep Cep
tunate tunate tunate tunate
T up
N
E
P
Hexes are gone
Hept-tishoo bless you
tober tober tober tober tober tober tober tober
Nein
No Dec sent
Don't know if i will stay incorrigible or change
Should i flip my pants
cured of my incurability
Aimed at unash
Talking plain about planes of plain planes
Irr ever meant
Never mean to T
or if i was
Axe Cep my a poll of G
Con the tempt
Tempt the at and ion
Shun the sun with the slip of an H
This is m
Me without the E
No vowel on the bottom line
Take your time
Bee Pronghorn
Ole Herb wasn't feeling nifty,
his pronger wasnt lifting,
50 years it worked, but now was nothing left,
into overalls he climbed,
protected every part in mind,
cep his donger, which hung sadly unimpressed,
the beehive was a buzzing,
with every bee and its cousin,
getting flopped and stirred to frightful excess,
they homed upon his donger,
with the blood flow getting stronger,
as agony gave him such a sweet caress,
so he sprung up off the ground,
stirred like an eager hound,
and charged into the bedroom, saying yes,
but the lady there no longer,
had no use for his donger?
So bloody oath he had to take a Bex.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wI-RsXblNFM
Don Johnson
why oh why'd I have to be a cowboy
Riding on the range like Roy and Gene
Singing in the saddle with their guitars
Strumming to the humming
Of the sons of pioneers
Young boys were shooting rustlers too
Even now the memory lingers
Despite the long forgotten years
Imagined six guns spun on fingers
Blowing smoke and smiling through
Poorer times with held back tears
Thirty years of working still don't have a single dime
No such thing as overtime
Dark t' dark is normal every week has seven days
Watching dawn awake the sky With fresh coffee and new day
I see the answer to the why I live the cowboy way
Digging ponds and mending fence Is just a bit of self defense
from City life and hassle seen Driving truck and smelling gasoline
These boots wa'nt made for walkin'much
These lips aint ever prattled such
Both old and cracked and losing touch
But comfortable tight
Wasted words so seldom heard
Cep' maybe by the herd
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