InaBell is dead, Savior, and we pray that Thou wouldst give us the strength To lift her and carry her to her grave. InaBell is dead, and, Jesus, we'll Never again hear her gravel-on-the-window voice, her tail-in-the-door Voice. We'll never again see her goiter shake like an old apple in a Windstorm. InaBell is dead and gone home to Thee, oh Precious Lord. Welcome her with open arms and spread 'em wide. She's dead, oh Precious Lamb, we're sure of it this time. She went over in her kitchen With a thud, scattering her Chicken Surprise for her ill-tempered, little, Pop-eyed, slobbering dog, who ate most of it. InaBell is dead and gone and Left us here to carry on and carry her big, fat, annoying ass out to the Grave and bury her deep so she won't get up even in dreams to HOLLER HER INSANE SHIT AT US! THANK YOU, JESUS! THANK YOU, LORD, FOR TAKING INABELL!. I bet she was hard to lift, even for Thee.
InaBell is dead. She killed her husband, poor old Pete. She screamed and Hollered him to death with her helium woodpecker voice, pulled at him and Yelled at him and hit him and screamed at him until he had fits and slapped His own face and talked in tongues (talks in tongues) at the dinner Table. OH, SWEET JESUS CHRIST! INABELL IS FINALLY DEAD! HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH AND AMEN!
There's a big sale on Tuesday. Big sale on Tuesday, who will buy her angry Purse, forty pounds of frozen pot pies? Who will buy her stiff hairnets For failed perms, her fly-speckled glasses? Who will buy her girdle that Didn't? Who will buy her hippo bra, and her nylons that woulda fit Pylons? Hey! Who'llgivemeanickelwho'llgivemeadimewho'llgivemeanickelwho'llgivemeadime, Who'll give me sumpin' for this SHIT?! Who'll buy the little plastic Church that used to light up, the busted pink hairdryer, and half a carton Of menthol cigarettes? Who will buy her cracked bowling ball and enough Knickknacks to sink the Titanic?! Who will buy her sidewalk made out of Storm doors and cardboard and a blown Pontiac full of sparrows and Saplings? Oh, who will buy? Who will buy? Step right up! Who will Buy? Who will buy? Who will buy?
Put a big ol' stone on top of her that says, "InaBell finally shutup and Kicked the bucket!" Big sale on Tuesday.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
