Lyrics:
They wus on the ground.
They wouldn't gimme no peace...
So I run down most hurriedly
And joined up with the John Birch Society,
I got me a secret
They was on the ground
They wouldn't gimme no peace
So I run down most hurriedly
And joined up with the John Birch Society
I got me a secret
And when you don’t talk, I can’t work out what’s wrong
I’m not even as smart as John Watson
Well Sherlock Holmes would know
Yeah Sherlock Holmes would know
Frankie Vaughan, Kenneth Horne, Sherlock Holmes
Monty, Biggles and Old King Cole
In the pink or on the dole
Oliver Twist and Long John Silver
Captain
the ice handle and pick it
Get on board the ghost train
Get on board the ghost train
Now fashion magazines told Sherlock Holmes
Hey, leave a little
The Earth is black on John Holmes Farm...
cs black as the barn that he painted for his cnnie...
cnd the things that he grows feed the body
the game go
No one on my level
So please get up out on my lane holmes
I met a girl so real no need to bring no game home
Reminisce of Gucci every time
a millionaire
The color of Madonna's pubic hair
Elvis’ ghost’s favorite song
Hey, just how long is John Holmes’ dong
And there he met his maiden fair
For sweet Rose May he had a care
In Birmingham, not Ballaghaderreen
A family life he made his choice
Came Ron John Ann Margie
reflexionar.
Y evocarme hacia el video-home, sin condón.
Zoofilia y mucho más mi campo laboral,
pedofilia, sadomasoquismo y religión.
Yo quise ser como John
John Holmes
Quando ero piccolo
Tutti mi scherzavano (la, la, la, la, la,)
Per le dimensioni del mio pene
Ed io non stavo bene
Soffrivo le
John Holmes
Quando ero piccolo
Tutti mi scherzavano (la, la, la, la, la,)
Per le dimensioni del mio pene
Ed io non stavo bene
Soffrivo le
Yes the only things that he depends upon
Are Jesus Christ, and John Deere
Written by: Bruce Haynes
I'm getting funky and I'm shooting all my jism
Like john holmes, the x-rated nigga
Listen to the shit 'cause I'm the ill figure
Nobody's getting any
getting funky and I'm shooting all my jism
Like John Holmes, the x-rated nigga
Listen to the shit 'cause I'm the ill figure
Nobody's getting any bigger
getting funky and I'm shooting all my jism
Like John Holmes, the x-rated nigga
Listen to the shit 'cause I'm the ill figure
Nobody's getting any bigger
like: this is fondamentally the truth
John Holmes, life devoted to the cinema
John Holmes, life devoted to a Harley
John Holmes, life devoted
Silver, Bill Evans to Terry Gibbs on the vibe
Gary Burton and album archives
Like Donald Byrd George Duke and Lee Morgan
Shirley Scott, Groove Holmes
alone
The devil in Miss Jones
Nobody's home, I'm alone
Aja & John Holmes
We got gushin' gonads, tingling tushes
Hairy balls and hairy bushes
S & M, whips
Another lonely day
Waking up at noon
Still got a morning wood
John Holmes' lampoon
Can never fight off the urge
To make the mini-man splooge
I've got
hung but not wanted
Mister Being-less-than-a-female's-best
But have you seen a John Holmes movie?
Got the double digit wide with a pack of porno
shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker
But I won't pull it out for a cheap joke
Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat
Taste the nut
that's what you up against
My right arm is so-called strong, why is the muscle big?
From whippin' dope in my long-johns, I made it jump again
I don't
found a taste for that hard liquor
And the temptations of the flesh
At a barroom they call Haynes Tavern
With a good time girl named Bess
And some
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