I watch the way you move,
And I count by the way you press your eyes
And by the little things that put you down,
Ride the
rails to where you are - help me thank you all,
Let me f**k you all, and by the way you b***h and masturbate,
The bold ones carry on
and on the way your prayer come up
And have fun - the way to carry on
I'm a dog, I know, I'm a dog
It's the only way,
it's the corner stay
Push the freight along and grant them all their little
g*****n s****y things
In the light it grows,
slower than before,
"ten-four, they've got to burn, the 9.3 will come to carry on..."
Gimme some of your good loving,
I need
your good loving
Dog, I'm a dog, I know I'm a dog,
I'm a dog, I know I'm a dog...
Oh, elvis yer just standin' there and
completely naked
And I's jest thinkin' to m'self
"g*****n-it boy! you've come a quite a little while for
Such a little
country doggie..."
And now he's touching himself in private
How may people do you know who can make it through
Life
without ever buying a g*****n vowel
