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Keep Off the Jenkem
01:42
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Now listen here children
I'm gonna tell you a tale
'Bout that nasty ol' jenkem
Make your mind all stale
You might think
Jenkem won't get me
'Til ya wind up dead
News on the TV
Now everybody
Wanna have their fun
Hanky panky all night
To the rising sun
But I tell you what
Ain't no fun to me
Sniffin' that jenkem
'Til you can't even see
It makes your eyes all wild
And your brain all slow
Your nose all nasty
And your teeth all mold
And your hair fall out
And your blood go cold
And your heart stop beatin'
And your skin like a toad
'Til the police find you
Out dead on the road
All from sniffin' that jenkem
Should've heard what I told
If you see someone sneakin'
Out by the latrine
Reach for for your gun
If you know what I mean
'Cause they're ten time worse
Than any cocaine fiend
The jenkem already hell
Just send them back where they been
You don't need a house
Out Larchmont Road
By the country club
Where the rich folks go
You'll always be happy
Just long as you know
The jenkem's nothin' but trouble
No matter where you go
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2. |
Rock Island
02:18
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Old John Smokey, based on a song by Kelly Pace
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I got me a woman
Down smokin' dam
She let me kiss her cheek
And hold her hand
You can always ask me
Wherever I am
I'll tell you my hearts
In smokin' dam
Come next spring
We got a wedding planned
She'll be my smokin' dam wife
And I'll be her smokin' dam man
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Old Hatchet Face Flynn
Was a son of a gun
Meanest damn lawyer
Under the sun
Say he wouldn't leave the court
Until he won
His clients all loved him
Called him number one
But when I was a boy
Daddy told me, son:
Don't be no damn weasel
Try'n sell me no fun
Rainbow Tibbets
Was a business man
Held the whole dang town
In the palm his hand
But when the tax man came
To get his money down
Ol' Tibbets paid fair
Ain't No messn' aroun'
He said, "My pappy used to tell me
When he was around,
Don't be no damn weasel
Always playin' the clown."
Oh Papaaaa!!
Papa didn't raise no weasel
When the good lord painted me
Upon the divine easel
Weren't no whiskers or tail
Cause I ain't no weasel
Nah if ya ax my ex-wife
She'll tell ya a tale
'Bout lyin' and cheatin'
And faults and fails
While she pickin' her teeth
With my coffin nails
But when she said "I do"
Behind that wedding vale
With her hair so soft
And her skin so pale
And her smile so sweet
With her polished nails
I never guess she a weasel
Claws, teeth and tail
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5. |
Time on the Hill
00:55
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Zebulon Brockway built him a jail
Settin' right up on Elmira Hill
1800 men be sittin' there still
Thinkin' on they crimes and the people they've killed
Wasting away in the ultra max
Livin' every day just watching your back
Can't close your eyes, can't relax
Can't get the warden up offa your back
So think long and hard
'Fore you wave that gun
Or you be rottin' in jail
Or livin' on the run
Yeah you better think twice
'Fore you wave that knife
Or it's bricks and bars
For 25 to life
You hear the train whistle wail
A high lonesome sound
An wish that you was on it
Wherever it's bound
But try as you might
And do what you will
You still be stuck
On Elmira Hill
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6. |
End of the Show Song
00:55
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It's time to go and I'm so depressed
And I'm going to spend the rest of the week in bed
Until the next... NSFW
The show is through and it breaks my heart
'cause I just can't stand to be apart
From Brian and Justin and NSFW
Oh, I'd rather... die in a fire
Then spend a single moment without Brian Brushwood
Oh, I'd rather be dipped in honey and fed to a big ant pile
Then do without Justin Robert Young for even a little while
Oh, NSF...W...
I love you.
Oh, NSF...W...
I love you.
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Old John Smokey Elmira, New York
I'm known as Old John Smokey and people round these parts know me for my spoontastic bonanza of blues music.
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