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Paul Storm
Six Guys, Ten Teeth
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Comedy
Skladba Six Guys, Ten Teeth vyšla 1. ledna 2001 Murray Has Records na albu Opening Band
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AlbumOpening Band
Datum vydání1. ledna 2001
ŠtítekMurray Has Records
JazykEnglish
Melodičnost
Akustičnost
Valence
Tanečnost
Energie
BPM168

PŘEHLED

TEXTY

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul and Storm
Paul and Storm
Performer
Paul Sabourin
Paul Sabourin
Lead Vocals

Texty

Five o'clock Friday, I can hear the whistle blowin'
Got a 6:30 barbeque and all my boys are showin' up
Skeeter, Cooter, Billy Ray, and Bobby Ray and Billy Bob
We got a pig in the ground but can't remember where we buried it
So we load up the truck with all the bourbon we can carry
And we kill another hour shootin' BBs at the neighbor's dog
Somebody throws a punch and my buddies get to brawlin'
But I can hear the honky-tonkin' señoritas callin'
We pile into the pick-up, do some donuts on the lawn
You'll find us in the mornin' when the money's all gone
We'll be covered in piss and stinkin' to the heavens
Sleepin' in the dumpster out behind the 7-Eleven
Our underwear is lyin' in the middle of the road
And I'm bleedin' from a head wound swellin' in the scrotum
Got the shakes, DTs, gonorrhea and the trots
And a tattoo on my buttocks in the shape of Don Knotts
Everybody runs when we make it on the scene
Six guys, ten teeth, and one brain between us
'Bout 11:30 and we're feelin' kinda down
'Cause we already been booted out of every bar in town
So we hang out by the school and
Watch the cuties leave the junior prom
Me and both the Billys wanna see some naked ladies
But the Hooter Hutt is closed, Double D's is overrated
So we hit the Jiggly Wiggly where the headliner is Bobby Ray's mom
Things are goin' good 'til a stripper starts to holler
After Skeeter started diggin' 'round for change for his dollar
Stripper throws a punch, Skeeter's laid out on the floor
We probably oughta help him but we're runnin' out the door
We'll be covered in piss and stinkin' to the heavens
Sleepin' in the dumpster out behind the 7-Eleven
Our underwear is lyin' in the middle of the road
And I'm bleedin' from a head wound swellin' in the scrotum
Got a squirrel and a stop sign hangin' from my bumper
And I'm feelin' like a Roman candle burnin' in my dumper
A more pathetic sight you ain't never ever seen
Six guys, ten teeth, and one brain between us
Four in the mornin' and they kick us out of Denny's
So we motor to the mini-mart and spend our last twenty
On a molly hatchet tape, a stack of Swank and seven packs of chaw
Cooter's in the swimmin' pool that he just drove the truck in
Billy Bob is passed out, Billy Ray is upchuckin'
And I'm crappin' in the parkin' lot behind the VFW hall
Sheriff pulls up and we're headed for the station
But Cooter's dad's a judge so we get off with probation
If you wanna separate the girlies from the men
We'll see you next Friday when we do it all again
We'll be covered in piss and stinkin' to the heavens
Sleepin' in the dumpster out behind the 7-Eleven
Our underwear is lyin' in the middle of the road
And I'm bleedin' from a head wound swellin' in the scrotum
Got the clap, dry heaves, Montezumas and the shivers
Pukin' up on Tony Lamas, coughin' up my liver
If you can bail Skeeter out then you can join the team
Six guys, ten teeth, and one brain between us
Don't need any manners, common sense or self-esteem
Six guys, ten teeth, and one brain between us
All you need's an attitude, a pick-up, and a penis
Six guys, ten teeth, and one brain between us
Written by: Paul and Storm

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