Rolling Rox
Ovulteen
Paintings on the stairs, green underwears, Oreos and beer, why am I here? driving to work, BQE bound, love on the rocks it's a runaround. Soggy cigars, fights in the bar, 26 beers why am I here? Sitting on my hands in this bus of life, the last thing I need is the wrong wife. Mr. Whipple, ichy nipples, down at OTB play the triple Pick her locks, dirty socks, Gumout in the carbs, Rolling Rocks! Leave me alone, I'm on the phone. Demeaning labor, where'd I go wrong. But that check is nice. Wow chicken and rice! I think I'll go out and buy some tonight.
