Get along lonesome bulldog it's turning to spring   Get along lonesome bulldog it's that time again   Though it's raining, stop complaining   There's a long road to bear   Get along lonesome bulldog   Get along over there   Get along lonesome bulldog in spring   (spoken)Well, Mohatma Ghandi was a little spindly-bottomed   raggedy-headed boy that grew   up In a Western-Kentucky village called Johnstonville, in Harrison   county, and there he grew   up. His mother was a white woman; His father was a rastafarian who   refused to buy the family   Seafood on their outings. And there he developed a taste for   convertables, blonde-headed   women, And he had a big old long Indian dick...So get along little   Mohatma Ghandi, get along   in the Spring. Well, pretty soon little Mohatma Ghandi was going three   hundred miles an hour,   and I'll Tell you what. He was going three hundred miles an hour because   his strangely   turbocharged Penis-head was making him do it that way. Just kidding.   Mohatma Ghandi had a   tremendous Career in high school, in college, and in law school, and in   the House of   Representatives.There he Found himself as a presidential candidate. He   met up with Mary-Jo   Kopechne and across the Chappaquadick bridge they did ride. So get along   little Mohatma   Ghandi, get along in the Spring.