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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Jul 10 Comment on this Work [[2003.07.10.12.39.1433]] |
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Oh, the old dog's seen better days, but his droop ain't stoppin' him tonight, Got himself cattleman's tophat and enough cologne to repel a concrete kite. Among lil' ladies and good ol' boys, workin' the crowd like Washington man, If your drink gets too low or you'll dance two in a row he's part of your plan. Is he really popular or just another one there; not quite sure what it means, Last time he had this much fun was in the bushes watchin' undressing teens. A-caterwaulin' 'cross crowds for another partner, he come across one dame, Nice-lookin' lady with as much class as anyone an' far above a mating game. Took to cuttin' a rug as convincin' as the one on his head, all sweets and talk, Until his tongue wagged so far it caught her ear; she told him to take a walk. Would you believe he acted surprised; obviously nerve's not his short supply, Though it makes one wonder why his Wranglers are so loose above his thigh. Redhead country boy got himself admirer; hip-shakin' granny just can't wait, And I've heard of deferring to your elders but she's 'bout forty years too late. Everywhere he was she went, and it gave him an idea; two birds, both alone, Allow me to introduce the two of you: Old Yeller, this here's Ms. Horny Crone. I'm sure you kids have a lot of catchin' up to do; we'll just be sittin' over here, Anyone else think we should mention she dropped her hearing aid in his beer? |