Hey, Old Man.
I see you, Old Man, at the end of the bar.
I think you're kinda cute
The way you gob a whiskey
And how you're trying hard to chew.
Hey, Old Man.
Are you busy later on?I wanna go off-roading with you.
I plan to king your checkers
And wear your blue bathrobe
I'll feed you tapioca
If you let me take you home.
They call me one sick puppy
When I tell 'em your my man
Hop up on my scooter
We'll make them understand.
Hey, Old Man.
© R. Adame/L. Lee 1998 Lyrics appear courtesy of 25 Whores LLC
About Me
- GrandAme
- I spend an inordinate amount of time cleaning stains from things. I believe that the world may divided into two categories: that which fits into my purse, and that which does not.
1 comment:
I demand you sing this the next time I see you.
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