Seven upstairs brothels With placards on the mantels And ten fish flavored samples With candles in the back
He was a well-dressed suitor He had bad breath and cander I think they would have liked him But he got killed by his manager
Fuzzy and cuddly he's fozzo the rabbit He drinks from the nozzle and stinks like a ferret They bought him a temple with children to play with Now he sells his skunk blood and talks like a plaintiff
Hello to my red uncles you are my favorite comies I'll meets you at sao anthonys and then go to pilates Warship, the swordsmen, the multi-tasking mormons That breathe up in the shit house when you wrap them in contortions
God is immodest Top twenty-seven hottest With forty-nine heads in your beds And yet I'm still your fondest
Take me through the mandibles of PCP and vanderbilts Where PG rated cannibals will share their thoughts on animals And peanut-butter sandwiches will flood the hole that vanishes with sights on race that vanishes But that sounds like a pony