Meet me on the log jam on Kerosene Creek Where the forest lies waiting in a heap The logs rub together and it burns for weeks And the black clouds choke you while you sleep On the God-forsaken plains in the middle of the west There's a town called Yodel-ay-hee Hole You get there by hopping from crest to crest Of the amber waves as they roll
How can a man ride the back of a horse When he can't suck the breath from a cat? The answer is found as a matter of course Once you drop your drawers and hop in the vat
A gladiator raider went hunting in the swamp Brandishing a lariat and maul He bumped into a gator and the gator went "chomp" And swallowed him, chariot and all In a tavern by a canyon down in Guillotine Gulch A miner 49er drinks a shot The night before he shoveled up a talking skull That brainless bone said "I don't think, therefore I'm not"
If your dander is up and you're feeling quite bold Then do a chorus line kick in the sleet But if dancing on ice seems too frightfully cold Then wear a nice pair of wigs on your feet I'm like an ox in your china shop shack Knocking plates on the floor when I curtsy My tutu is tight and it rides up my back And it tangles my teacups and hurts meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
