When I run up the phone bill without any shoes
I gotta confess it gives me the blues
Like a down home turkey with out a soul
Blowin' on a trumpet in an old folks home
Bobcat stuck up in a tree
Sittin' on the sofa watchin' Mac an me
I gotta confess it gives me the blues
Like a down home turkey with out a soul
Blowin' on a trumpet in an old folks home
Bobcat stuck up in a tree
Sittin' on the sofa watchin' Mac an me
Bottle rockets
Cops an robbers
Robin hood
Stealin' flounders
Naked on the beach an I bust a move
The sand in my crouch makes me kick a groove
Every one around me when I cut the cheese
Put it on a cracker up my sleeve
Rip threw space
Smash my face
Ginger's locked in my suit case
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