People stop and ask me about my wife

They think I, broke my arm

It's just exaggeration

It's no big deal;

I never felt better, in my life

People stop and ask me about my broken arm (yeah)

They think I beat my wife

It's... the foolish dreams

I don't let it worry me

Cause-I'm in the prime, of my life...

Gonna go to the store, and purchase some hardware, my dear

Then I'll get in the car

Pick up some chicken

Arrive at your door

A-which I will be kickin'-in

Then I'll say, "What a day!, Whattya say, we both go have a drink or two?

Then I'll put it to your forehead

Put it to your temple

Put it to your midriff

I'll attempt to make a dimple

Then I'll put it in, put it in, put it in, put it in a-ho-

Then I'll put it to your eyeball

Put it to your face-

Mix up a high-ball

Drink it to the master race

Then I'll put it in, put it in, put it in, put it in a-ho-

Eye-shade

Drop-wave

Bondo

Fish-fry

Bimbo

Cram-shaft

Tin-can

Luncheonette

Two-time

Byline

Spidel

Twist-o-flex

Playtex

Doorjamb

Passport

Libido

Dip sum

Drip-dry

Skid-row

Crow-fly

Backboard

Cheese curls

Estrus

Seven-up

Carpet

Doorjamb

Nick-knack

Road-top

Estrogen

Meat-tongue

Vinyl

Chloride

Checklist

Bromide

P.H. Donahue

Tobacco

Gumshoe

Bow-tie

Ticker-tape

Step-wave

Prostitute

Riff-Raff

Car keys

Elbow

Nick-knack

Dispatch

Telephone

Misfits

Lunar

Six-pack

Cream cheese

Teacup

Sit down

Loose lips

Pat-down

Feel-up

The wet-down

Build-up

The letdown

Let-up

The big-top

A-sho-nuff

A leg drop

You build-up

The let-down

You build-up

The let-down

You build-up

The let-down

I don't slip on the tile

In a empty hospital;

I don't choke on my bile

Everything's' sunny weather

I'm a happy, sappy, son-of-a-gun;

Livin' in a rubber room

 
 
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