Star Shirt - Good Evening Friends

I gotta smashed libido
I gotta red tuxedo
When I'm crap-ping out loud
Twelve steps back in to Clowntown
Quick sin won't fix the feelin
I'm caught emotion-less
Hidden appendicitis
That's a blessing and a curse
And a little tendonitis
A little wear to show my work

Good Evening friends it's time to go
Get on the elevator and tic tac toe
Get out your stamps get out your cards
Drink a little sippy sip and get real hard
Drink a little sippy sip and get a little tippy tip
Start the song over and try to sing along with it
Hits is hits and shits is shit
Gotta cold knife and I'm havin a fit
Where were you in the end
Livin at a hotel with my friends

Gotta blind dog with a fever
And it wants to smash a beaver
When i'm crapping out loud
I spew it out into the crowd
And when I shit umbrellas
No one ever wants to use them
And when i get real jealous
I take 'em home and then abuse 'em

Good evening friends, it's time to go
Get out your calculators and do-si-do
Swing your partner round and round
Hit it quit it spit it shit it with a little hippy chicky
Grab a little hippy chicky hitter with your dicky dicky
Get her on film if you get her all sticky wicky
Imagine me in a speedo
With the red jacket from my tuxedo
Hits is hits shit is shit
Gotta cold knife and I'm wavin it
Where were you in the end
Chillin with my friends o-b-g-y-n
Hits is hits shit is shit
Gotta cold knife and I know where to sit
Where were you in the end
Eatin onion rings at eight a.m.

Written by:
Charles Penn

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