You should see her use a gun She slips her nit-picking in in any way for everyone
More than an occasional hazard You run the risk of conceiving a bastard
You should see her use a gun She slips her nit-picking in in any way for everyone
More than an occasional hazard You run the risk of conceiving a bastard
In remembrance of the truth In remembrance of Aunt Ruth In memory of the gun In memory of everyone
And of the warm sun And the pain in my side
But if you ask her where she's gone She'll spout a banter on and on About a germ free place About a germ free place in anywhere
Her sexual comedy from now until eternity There is no joking, Moe, who knows what's going on A droll spoof of a tragedy of awkward mediocrity Performed on the plains of Serengeti