Chubby Chalfont & the Chafers - In Mobile | Текст песни

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Oh, the eagles, they fly high in Mobile.
Oh, the eagles, they fly high in Mobile.
Oh, the eagles, they fly high,
And they shit right in your eye.
Thank the Lord that cows don't fly in Mobile.

There's a shortage of good whores in Mobile.
There's a shortage of good whores in Mobile.
There's a shortage of good whores,
But there's keyholes in the doors,
And there's knotholes in the floors in Mobile.

Oh, they say to drink's a sin in Mobile.
Oh, they say to drink's a sin in Mobile.
Oh, they say to drink's a sin,
But they guzzle all they kin,
And the drys are voted in in Mobile.

They drink their whiskey neat in Mobile.
They drink their whiskey neat in Mobile.
They drink their whiskey neat
'Til it knocks them off their feet,
And it petrifies their meat in Mobile.

Oh, I chased a parson's daughter in Mobile.
Oh, I chased a parson's daughter in Mobile.
Oh, I chased a parson's daughter,
And I banged her when I caught her.
Now I cannot pass my water in Mobile.

There's no paper in the bogs in Mobile.
There's no paper in the bogs in Mobile.
There's no paper in the bogs.
They just sit there 'til it clogs,
Then they saw it off in logs in Mobile.

If you ever go to jail in Mobile,
If you ever go to jail in Mobile,
If you ever go to jail,
And you need a piece of tail,
The sheriff's wife is for sale in Mobile.

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