Well you dad gum guv`ment you sorry so and so`s
You got your damn hands in every pocket of my clothes
Well you dad gum dad gum dad gum guv`ment uh huh
Oh don`t you know oh don`t you love `em sometimes uh huh
Well you dad gum guv`ment you better pay attention
You said enough there like a fool`s convention
Well you dad gum...
Well you soul sellin` no good son of a shoe fittin` fire starlers
I ought to tear your no good preambulatory bone frame
And nail it to your guv`ment walls all of you you bastard
You dad gum guv`ment you sorry rakafratchits
You got yourself an itch and you want me to scratch it
Well you dad gum...
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Well you soul sellin`...
Well you dad gum...