The Gourds

Hooky Junk

yer full of wine and meat, throw yer bacon in the street

yer long white hair is covered in blood

and i'm singing to the roaches and puttin' pecans in my pie

my tears are fallin down, I got something in my eye

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Well the devil was dancin' with some spittle on his cheek

gyrating with his bread knife and shuffling his feet

He starts to yelling at the Jack Ass who was painting his floor

said, "when the paint gets dry, Jack Ass, we gonna go get tore.

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Then the Cubans saw us coming. I hit the wall with my fist

after supper and a beer I got to feeling like this

I got a big sex engine and a big ol'.....Gut

But I like to lick the nipples and I like to shake that Butt....

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