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June 11, 2008

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Ronnie Van Zant (spinning in his grave)

I was gnawing a rug
and giving Mamma a hug
With a dog named Buster too
When in walked my Dad
With a bagel in his hand
And he was looking for you know who.
He said, hey little fellow,
With the hair colored yellow,
Watcha tryin to prove?
cause that’s my wife there
and I don’t have a spare
But I guess I’ll have to play with you.

I was laughing and playing as best I could
I was reading about the wheels on the bus
cause he was tall, silly
And didn’t have too much hair
Pointin that bagel at me.
I said, wait a minute, mister,
I only hugged and kissed her
Dont want no trouble with you.
She’s my Mooma you know Dad
So I wish you would make me glad
And get one favor from you.


I’m gonna walk three steps,
Walkin three steps mister,
Walkin three steps towards the door?
Walkin three steps
Walkin three steps mister,
And I’ll eat anything off the floor

Daddy

This is GENIUS...would you like a recording contract?

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