Don't believe in Indie cred,
Got to live without the rest,
Don't believe in theme songs
You have to listen closely
To find out what I'm saying.
You could look right at my hands
To work out what I'm playing
But no-one videotaping.
There's always joke songs
Here comes a joke song.
Hunny I see walking on the sidewalk
Keister that she's swinging brings my heart to a halt
Sway in your step
And the wiggle in your walk
The wink that you are flashing
Hard as Georgia ashphalt
The pair of blue eyes shadow
And the ruby red blush
Stink in your breath from this morning's drunken lush
Sassy little number, search my mind for a retort
"Come on baby, spend some time in my end of the trailer court! Damn!"
Wang-dang-doodle,
Cock-a-doodle-doo,
Rack-tack-tilly-wack
Fricky-frack-froo
Hummy-yummy-skidrow-hunny
Heard the gun's rooting-tooting-shooting
Honky-white-cars
"Ya-hoo! Ride that thing!"
Looking for a kitten who is looking for a man
With a handlebar, wife-beater and barber's hand
Two callous hands from beating his kids,
Don't mind getting slapped a little when I'm on the skids,
Skinnydipping next to horny frogs,
Loving to the beat of a squealing hog,
Yaa-Hoo!
We're coming to the end of our joke song,
We made fun of hillbillies all night long,
Pretty fun and easy just to fool around,
When you're not even worried or feeling down,
So goodnight friends, we had fun here too,
We're going home to bed,
And to dreams of the zoo.
