| How to keep wavy~g and his relations at bay. [message #220610] |
Mo, 13 Februar 2006 17:20 |
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I went to a party at the local county jail All the cons were dancing and
the band began to wail But the guys were indiscreet They were brawling
in the street At the local dance at the local county jail Well the
band were playing And the booze began to flow But the sound came over on
the police car radio Down at Precinct 49 Having a tear-gas of a time
Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail Load
up, load up, load up with rubber bullets Load up, load up, load up with
rubber bullets I love to hear those convicts squeal It's a shame these
slugs ain't real But we can't have dancin' at the local county jail
Sergeant Baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail And for miles
around You could hear the sirens wail There's a rumor goin' round death
row That a fuse is gonna blow At the local hop at the local county jail
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do about it,
whatcha gonna do Sergeant Baker started talkin' With a bullhorn in his
hand He was cool, he was clear He was always in command He said "Blood
will flow; Here Padre Padre you talk to your boys..." "Trust in me - God
will come to set you free" Well we don't understand Why you called in
the National Guard When Uncle Sam is the one Who belongs in the exercise
yard We all got balls and brains But some's got balls and chains At the
local dance at the local county jail Load up, load up, load up with
rubber bullets Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets Is it
really such a crime For a guy to spend his time At the local dance at
the local county jail At the local dance at the local county jail
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do about it,
whatcha gonna do
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| Re: How to keep wavy~g and his relations at bay. [message #220652 ] |
Di, 14 Februar 2006 13:01 |
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Nader Rijn van Wyck wrote:
> I went to a party at the local county jail All the cons were dancing and
> the band began to wail But the guys were indiscreet They were brawling
> in the street At the local dance at the local county jail Well the
> band were playing And the booze began to flow But the sound came over on
> the police car radio Down at Precinct 49 Having a tear-gas of a time
> Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail Load
> up, load up, load up with rubber bullets Load up, load up, load up with
> rubber bullets I love to hear those convicts squeal It's a shame these
> slugs ain't real But we can't have dancin' at the local county jail
> Sergeant Baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail And for miles
> around You could hear the sirens wail There's a rumor goin' round death
> row That a fuse is gonna blow At the local hop at the local county jail
> Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do about it,
> whatcha gonna do Sergeant Baker started talkin' With a bullhorn in his
> hand He was cool, he was clear He was always in command He said "Blood
> will flow; Here Padre Padre you talk to your boys..." "Trust in me - God
> will come to set you free" Well we don't understand Why you called in
> the National Guard When Uncle Sam is the one Who belongs in the exercise
> yard We all got balls and brains But some's got balls and chains At the
> local dance at the local county jail Load up, load up, load up with
> rubber bullets Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets Is it
> really such a crime For a guy to spend his time At the local dance at
> the local county jail At the local dance at the local county jail
> Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do about it,
> whatcha gonna do
>
Then Bubba pulled his dick out of Wavy's ass and began singing "Is That
All There Is My Friend Is That All There Is?"
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