Seven upstairs brothels
With placards on the mantlels
And ten fish flavored samples
With candles in the back
He was a well-dressed suitor
He had bad breath and cander
I think they would have liked him
But he got killed by his manager
Fuzzy and cuddly he's fozzo the rabbit
He drinks from the nozzle and stinks like a ferret
They bought him a temple with children to play with
Now he sells his skunk blood and talks like a plaintiff
Hello to my red uncles you are my favorite comies
I'll meets you at sao anthonys and then go to pilates
Warship, the swordsmen, the multi-tasking mormons
That breathe up in the shit house when you wrap them in contortions
God is immodest
Top twenty-seven hottest
With forty-nine heads in your beds
And yet I'm still your fondest
Take me through the mandibles of PCP and vanderbilts
And peanut-butter sandwiches will flood the hole that vanishes with sights on race that vanishes
But that sounds like a pony