It's a fun stout! Gallop to hole, Gotta be bones town. Gotta be phones town. If youre frank now, giving me phones now, wooh!
I've gotta file my fallen soul Eyes gonna keep, it's getting sold Last time i feel old, its going to pill Its body's over, I'm fine to feel
Time to time, stop to stop The hour has gotten fold, it's almost Bill the Lamb I got another feel, it's not the finals reel I got the pill, I've got the pill, wooh!
It's all i've got to peel, oohooh Mmm, is nothing something's real? Oh, oh!
It's as long out 'hat's hove up the soul Waking another so this knot fall Getting old, looking ha-ha-ha-ha-hatter It works to be ever, be ever, be ever
Never take your trolls emptying my thrust And your vixen is over night jury like us And the rats ride the dogs downtown... Pick it up, lady won't stop travel
A girl is old, ever fowl the girl to fall? (oh-oh-o-o-oh, another fall!) I cannot hold about my gall (oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, God, the pill!)
wooh! I got a pill! Oh, Louis Armstrong is real! (Check it out! watch the trill!) What your lucky bullet, finding my twang-twang, if you cry, I've got a pill! (Check it out!)