JESUS JEEPS AND JOLLY SCHLUMPS
Caffeine addicted wicked morons,
Toting polles, they tranquilize,
Room filled sedative, nothing additive,
Hung up by their satin ties.
The lies begin to win their trusting,
busting with the move they fear,
"Backup softie, I am lofty"
Sulking, " I am not your peer."
"Pack up your lovely chachkies,
The world is full of Potsies,"
That is everybody's cheer
Who won't have little totsies.
Link the pink to starving tantrums,
Vodka toasts, they are such chums,
Wouldn't Sara dig thy Fancy?
Wouldn't Jane have bread in her gums?
Jesus, Jeeps, and jolly schlumps.
Jesus, Jeeps, and jolly schlumps.
Jesus, Jeeps, and jolly schlumps.
Never nautilistic, always an artistic,
I believe in running water,
Love to shut the tap, love to shoot some sap,
I believe your daughter taught her.
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