The mornin' my baby left me,
she left some grease,
and some moldy drawers.
All the left overs
she gave to the post man,
and all scarps to an old stray dog.
All my records now plays backwards,
and sounds like satanic crap.
After she broke my record player,
I wiped my ass with letters left.
The rent man came for rent,
and I told him she had run.
He said, "thats all right, I understand
just give me some booty son".
Aw Lord, why did she leave me
in this life full of hell.
But if that landlord kisses me,
I'm doing time in the Federal Pen..
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Thursday, July 22, 2010
Blues
Posted by Carlus Wilmot at 4:00 PM 1 comments
Labels: Humor
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