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It's painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with
replace the way it made me feel
And he'd say, "turn it left and steer it right,
Straighten up girl, you're doing just fine"
Just a little valley by
replace the way it made me feel
And he'd say, "turn it left and steer it right,
Straighten up girl, you're doing just fine"
Just a little valley by
away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)

[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by
away and let him be
He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)

I'm back my music tracks about
She spent half of her life a lookin for a better half to make her whole
Now she spends all her nights waitin' for a man who won't come home
She had
The lightning express from the depot so grand
Had started out on its way
All of the passengers that gathered on board
Seemed to be happy and gay
Home, home in the late, night
And away, away in the half, life
Except Saturday, crushed by the boring
Until played and plagued by the tourists
Home, home in the late, night
And away, away in the half, life
Except Saturday, crushed by the boring
Until played and plagued by the tourists
know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell

My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
And only once did I
Then you know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell 

My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell

My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
And only once did I
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who mohel for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your
Then you know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell

My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
Now come over here and let me give you a tongue kiss on your hot pocket

Me and Mike will go Twin Hype and do a dance on your windpipes
Put your
It's painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with Daddy
know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell

My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
And only once did I
It's painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with Daddy
It's painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with Daddy
stand along the river-side
Wearing nothing but the ruby
Bequeathed to me by him when he died

He's only half-way there
He's only half-way there
If I
that call the husk home
Might embalm and stiffen and rid the fawn of all his liquids
Slather it in beeswax, wrap it up in ribbons
Limb by limb, by
science and another half soul
His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
Got busy in Frisco fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie cause you know
to hear them talk
And I can always make them smile
From White Castle to the Nile

Back in the day
There was this girl around the way
She liked by
to hear them talk
And I can always make them smile
From White Castle to the Nile

Back in the day
There was this girl around the way
She liked by
Came home this morning, 
Looking half-way like a ghost. 
Walked in this morning, 
Feeling half-way like a ghost. 

Face looked like marble, 
My