…Will muttonchop sideburns get me the sack?
My birthday yesterday, I ate a pound of prawns, picked up my little nephew and kissed his weird orange head, saw a dead body and moved straight ahead, came home to weird psychic claws and edged them out as usual. I don’t care about your politics but if you don’t think this is a good song you’re fuckin’ CRAY-ZEE…! And belong in the blues you make for yourself…that’s what me and modern music got to say.
Okay, music for y’all:
Hey, don’t thank me all at once…
But form a line.