Bodacious am a whole lotta' bull
over nineteen hundred pounds.
He's born
Slice me up a big slab of that sympathetic cheer.
If
The Earth it did crack open
on the day that I
I been fightin' gravity since I was two.
Questers of the
The man he stepped up to the microphone and he
Glad you came, glad you're here.
Have some champagne, imported beer.
Dig
He's standin' tall at 5 foot 4,
with the sharpness of
Went down to Coddingtown to buy for Lucky Dog.
Moved on
Burnin', I feel a burnin' in my stomach,
I wanna know
They found James Ambrose dead in his cell,
a gaping gash
He was a mighty golden boy, as gold as ever
When I was born, the doc he held me by
They broke out in laughter again,
his lip beaded with sweat
Pass the pen there Billy Bob, I'll write us up
