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Well, woman I love is named Ramona She kind of looks like tempest storm She dance like Little Egypt She works down at the snake farm Snake farm, it just sounds nasty Snake farm, pretty much is Snake farm, it's a reptile house Snake farm, mmm Ramona's got a keen sense of humor She got a tattoo down her arm It's of a python eatin' a little mouse Wearin' a sailor hat that says snake farm Snake farm, it just sounds nasty Snake farm, pretty much is Snake farm, it's a reptile house Snake farm, mmm I asked Ramona how come she works there She says, "Well, it got its charms There's nothing to do in the winter Now and then some kid gets bit at the snake farm" Snake farm, it just sounds nasty Snake farm, it pretty much is Snake farm, it's a reptile house Snake farm, mmm Well, Ramona likes her malt liquor And a band from Wales that's called The Alarm She said she cried when they broke up She still plays their records at the snake farm Snake farm, it just sounds nasty Snake farm, pretty much is Snake farm, it's a reptile house Snake farm Sometimes Ramona calls me up Says, "Come on down here, it's getting warm" She runs everybody off And we, you know, it's a snake farm Snake farm, it just sounds nasty Snake farm, it pretty much is Snake farm, it's a reptile house Snake farm Snake farm, it just sounds nasty Snake farm, it pretty much is Snake farm, it's a reptile house Snake farm, burr, burr, burr, burr
Writer(s): Ray Wylie Hubbard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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