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Well, suckers and smuckers
Wake up you little fuckers
Weaving in and out of truckers
Trying to write a letter home
Yeah, I should have stood in bed
With Loretta Lynn in my head
That's me, I'm smelling like a rose
Waking up in filthy clothes
And where have they gone?
That's where I'll be
I'll hang around
Come play with me
Well, I developed a rash
Where I've kept my cash
We're keeping all of this
In mind
Bending on the burlap knee
With the kindness that would keep
Would you consider the creeps
You come in contact with?
And where have they gone
That's where I'll be
I'll hang around
Come play with me, come play with me
Come play with me, come play with me
Come play, come play with me
Come play with me, come play with me
Come play
Where's that little Scotty
He's over by the port-a-potty
He's watching the girl with the frogs
Open a bottle with her teeth
I saw uncle Tom's momma
Wearin' my old pajamas
Woven in our little drama
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