I drove my Chevy to Sioux Falls
To see my aunt’s collection of corn galls
That was a waste of time
And she treats me like slime
I drove my Chevy to Sioux Falls
To see my aunt’s collection of corn galls
That was a waste of time
And she treats me like slime
From Kristi Noem licking Trump’s balls
I can’t wait to hear your excuse
I can’t wait to hear your excuse
for hijacking that spruce caboose
I can’t wait to hear your excuse
for hijacking that spruce caboose
That is no euphemism;
I can’t wait to hear your excuse
for hijacking that spruce caboose
That is no euphemism;
I don’t want your solipsism
I can’t wait to hear your excuse
For hijacking that spruce caboose
That is no euphemism;
I don’t want your solipsism
Or your dropping of a verbal deuce
Hitler has only got one ball
Hitler has only got one ball
It’s framed and mounted in the hall
Hitler has only got one ball
It’s framed and mounted in the hall
It’s a sight to see
Hitler has only got one ball
It’s framed and mounted in the hall
It’s a sight to see
As it’s as small as a bee
Hitler has only got one ball
It’s framed and mounted in the hall
It’s a sight to see
As it’s as small as a bee
Want to see it? Give me a call!
Joe was craving a rootbeer float
Joe was craving a root beer float
It felt good while going down his throat
Joe was craving a root beer float
It felt good while going down his throat
He wanted another
Joe was craving a root beer float
It felt good while going down his throat
He wanted another
Plus one for his brother
Joe was craving a root beer float
It felt good while going down his throat
He wanted another
Plus one for his brother
But they couldn’t avoid the bloat
Among my siblings I am the black sheep
Among my siblings I am the black sheep
I’m a bully and kind of a creep
Among my siblings I am the black sheep
I’m a bully and kind of a creep
But my one saving grace
Among my siblings I am the black sheep
I’m a bully and kind of a creep
But my one saving grace
I make a fine bouillabaisse
Among my siblings I am the black sheep
I’m a bully and kind of a creep
But my one saving grace
I make a fine bouillabaisse
But my assholishness is bone deep
When my name is called, my first thought
When my name is called, my first thought
is “Do I answer or do I not?”
When my name is called, my first thought
is “Do I answer or do I not?”
I don’t like to talk