Everyone seems to be singing for Satan
Guess I will to.
What a joke,
You make me laugh,
Till I turn blue.

Any tailor's out to ware,
What a menhir looking crew.
I don't think I'll tease my hair,
I'd rather sit here teasing you.

Won't you writhe like snakes down on the floor
Out you go and he done one hundred and more.

I seem to've lost my cowboy boots
with the [bad word] #39; down the side
my sewing machine has made me green
'cuz my jeans didn't turn out tight

And all [bad word] I took for you,
you keep my limit alive.
Your smile rolls away for miles,
and your kiss makes it worth the ride.