Oct 14, 2005 01:40
rasputin is bound by his old hairy chest
whos hairs have been sewn right into a vest
he wears and he dares to excite those who notice
but dont hesitate to relate whats in focus
the means are all well but ends are so frayed
why jump around when i could get my cat spayed
ill casually romp on the top heavy plains
and ride a white snowcone thru smoke and thru flames
ill be there in the morning ill be there at night
id be there right now but it wouldnt be quite right
cuz rasputin is rocking the sox off my drawers
and im too shocked to stop so i call in the lawyers
who seize him at once and make haste with his face
and drop all sorts of f bombs on top of his place
the old country road has demons to heal
with old leather couches they sit down for real
and rake over old leaves and cold thieves in rhyme
for pennycoat messenger is never on time
so off with his head so bold and so red
where does he get off with those things that he said
ill rant to his mother of cruel tricks and other
but make no mistake ill make pocketbooks hover
with a thrill and a chill ill pop off my round
drop off on the stop off and get out of town
-------------------------------------------ndb