has she spoken (which is awkward and probably incorrect but what the *), enormous flabby short cloth neck ornaments obscure the horizon in a multitude, beating their ugly wings. Orking their hidden
. And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or toss him around. No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll boss him around And I'll be damned if he'll marry his boss's daughter
head held high. And his feet planted firm on the ground. And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or toss him around!. No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll boss him
head held high. And his feet planted firm on the ground. And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or toss him around!. No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll boss him
head held high. And his feet planted firm on the ground. And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or toss him around!. No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll boss him
Think of you with pipe and slippers. Think of her in bed. Laying there just watching telly. Then think of me instead. I'll never grow so old and flabby. That could never be. Don't marry her, * me