Give'em Some Rawhide Chewies

Watch your hands, don't make no sleeve noise,

Your blunder will disband.

Bend that string, distort, keep 4/4,

Three chords until you drop.

Dance without meaning while heads will be cleaning,

And motions will drift as the moans fornicate.

Ashes to bashes a pad I will drift into roll over victims

And send them to rule.



Motions of erogenous zones,

Projectiles stand erect.

Funny lines and jackal buildings

With penknives sharp as what.

Tenure for farmers or those who will use their hands

Working manure into third world lands.

Complicate twist around words of the headless

Clown new world religion will thusly espouse.



There'll be words for this part, you know,

You know, you know.

Undue terms blown across from Moe,

No luck, luckless.

Self-indulge baldhead deacon screams,

No dice, lube ice.



Creak and groan with shrieking high notes

The author will collect,

Money from assorted chocolate

Who follows his cross object.

Placate and educate garbled demeaneate,

Blue face the shoelace with white underwear.

Screaming old belly eats strawberry jelly

While acne does sprout from his eye spinach plant.



Kickback with a plastic brickbat

One fine day went to heal.

Undue redress brown or black mess,

No charge for porcelain meal.

Watch your hands, don't make no sleeve noise,

Your blunder will disband.

Bend that string, distort, keep 4/4,

Three chords until your drop.