Guest Jethro Tull Posted July 26, 2006 Report Share Posted July 26, 2006 Lounging at my beach house Playing blackjack with my posse chums Beer streaming down my chin Sticky fingers eating chicken wings Frying in the hot sun Doubling down as all the aces come Looking like a lame duck Trying to figure out my rotten luck Hey mayor R*y Quarters are gold And voters are pissed off now Thinking they Are now getting shafted Polls doing bad As he tries to do an end run He goes down to the bay To wet his feet Being at home The town is up the road Corruption a la mode and I’m by the sea Mayor R*y you see You won’t get away to easy The F B I is on your tail you’ll see You must have forgotten Those dirty little deeds When the agents that visits you have you on your knees And you grab your evasive last straw with little girly sounds And the agents throw your lardass in the brig Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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