It's a fun stout! Gallop to hole,
Gotta be bones town. Gotta be phones town.
If youre frank now, giving me phones now, wooh!

I've gotta file my fallen soul
Eyes gonna keep, it's getting sold
Last time i feel old, its going to pill
Its body's over, I'm fine to feel

Time to time, stop to stop
The hour has gotten fold, it's almost Bill the Lamb
I got another feel, it's not the finals reel
I got the pill, I've got the pill, wooh!

It's all i've got to peel, oohooh
Mmm, is nothing something's real? Oh, oh!

It's as long out 'hat's hove up the soul
Waking another so this knot fall
Getting old, looking ha-ha-ha-ha-hatter
It works to be ever, be ever, be ever

Never take your trolls emptying my [bad word] And your vixen is over night jury like us
And the rats ride the dogs downtown...
Pick it up, lady won't stop travel

girl is old, ever fowl the girl to fall? (oh-oh-o-o-oh, another fall!)
I cannot hold about my gall (oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, God, the pill!)

wooh! I got a pill! 
Oh, Louis Armstrong is real! (Check it out! watch the trill!)
What your lucky bullet, finding my twang-twang, if you cry, I've got a pill! (Check it out!)