They call me gobby
I’m just all mouth
It’s like my hobby
You can call me ralph
I got some larrup
I don’t shut my trap
It’s like I gallop
This gift of the gab
I’ve got more mouth
Then you’ve got money
Hey my north and south
Got plenty of bunny
I can’t seem to shut
My flipping yap
And I do go on
Just rapping this flap
I’m a motor mouth
I love rock and roll
Got a great big house
Never shut my cakehole
You could call me stupid
I just ramble on
Playing my music
To my own selfish song
I’ve got to admit
That I am quite loud
And I give it some welly
With a great big sound
Well I better be quiet
Cause you know what they say
The mouth piece is trouble
So keep it closed today
“Put a Sock in It Will Ya”
© Copyright KC.Leake
4th December 2014
All Rights Reserved
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