He’s a bad mother fucker, 16 pairs of shoes in a closet 6 feet deep,
and 6 feet hight, and 6 feet wide.
Blackouts on Thursday!
Total blackouts are where it’s at!
I’m going back to high school where I can make out like a cat.
It’s a shake down.
A mental break down.
Is this a take down?
We’re gonna’ make out.
The band sort of sucks but the audience sucks too much.
I’m going back to high school where the audience plays rough.
(Meet me in the parlor, I’ll stuff you full of snuff.
Meet me on the bearskin rug you love this sexy stuff.
Gibb, Syd, Seth, Pat, Tim Let’s do it!)
I got myself elected, I got myself rejected, I’m gonna run again.