Get along lonesome bulldog it's turning to spring Get along lonesome bulldog it's that time again Though it's raining, stop complaining There's a long road to bear Get along lonesome bulldog Get along over there Get along lonesome bulldog in spring (spoken)Well, Mohatma Ghandi was a little spindly-bottomed raggedy-headed boy that grew up In a Western-Kentucky village called Johnstonville, in Harrison county, and there he grew up. His mother was a white woman; His father was a rastafarian who refused to buy the family Seafood on their outings. And there he developed a taste for convertables, blonde-headed women, And he had a big old long Indian dick...So get along little Mohatma Ghandi, get along in the Spring. Well, pretty soon little Mohatma Ghandi was going three hundred miles an hour, and I'll Tell you what. He was going three hundred miles an hour because his strangely turbocharged Penis-head was making him do it that way. Just kidding. Mohatma Ghandi had a tremendous Career in high school, in college, and in law school, and in the House of Representatives.There he Found himself as a presidential candidate. He met up with Mary-Jo Kopechne and across the Chappaquadick bridge they did ride. So get along little Mohatma Ghandi, get along in the Spring.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
